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Edward Cullen/does not like sharing
"Hey, babe. Did you see where I left my wallet? The food will be here soon—"
"Edward! I came to see if you wanted to join your father and me for dinner."
Mom doesn't take her eyes off of Bella, who is wearing a pair of my boxers rolled up far too high for company and an old football jersey.
It looks like she isn't wearing pants.
Bella's face is flaming red as she shuffles past me to the bedroom.
I watch her shut the door with an embarrassed smile and turn to my mom.
"A call would have sufficed. Bella and I have plans."
As if on cue, the food arrives, and Mom's eyes widen at the amount of bags the guy is carrying.
Bella and I don't play when we veg out.
We can sit at the coffee table for hours.
We're professional gluttonous slobs.
It takes great effort to be as good as we are.
"Well ..."
Bella returns wearing a pair of her pajama pants and my jersey.
"We're having barbeque if you'd like to join us," she offers.
What? No!