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Edward Cullen/wait ... she does?
It takes her a minute to catch up with the three little words I blurted out as if I told her I wanted pizza for dinner.
"Me?" she points to herself.
Here goes nothin'
"Who else would I be talking to?"
"I don't know."
I toss the bag of candy down and start pulling my hair because, all of a sudden, I'm really fucking nervous.
"You love me?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know."
This is not going like I hoped it would
"Don't freak out."
"I'm not freaking out." Bella climbs to her knees, shuffles across the bed, and throws her arms around me.
Her smile is blinding.
"I love you too."
Are we moving fast? Sure.
Will her parents be surprised? Not likely.
Is my mom going to shit a brick? Probably.
Should we slow it down? Fuck, no.
Are we in love? Damn straight!