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Bella Swan/fuck me
Edward lets me use him as a mattress for a couple of hours before his stomach is rumbling against mine.
"How's the head?" he asks.
He's been giving me a cranium massage for a while, and my eyes haven't stopped rolling in the back of my head.
"If I lie and say it still hurts will you keep doing that?"
"I'll continue after we eat. I'm starving. Wanna go somewhere or order in?"
"Isn't there a barbeque place close by that delivers?"
He nods.
"Let's get something that's super messy and veg out in front of the TV."
Edward chuckles and slowly rolls me off of his body.
"I'll order the food."
I smack his ass when he passes by, and he shoots me a grin.
Everything's going great.
I've finished setting up the coffee table with two rolls of paper towels and drinks when the food arrives.
Edward's in the bathroom, so I grab my wallet and throw open the door.
Wrong fucking choice.
Of course, it's not the food.
That would be too easy.
"Esme?"