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Bella Swan/she wanna Bee Drilled
All of the boxes are packed safely away in Edward's now locked guest room.
He insisted.
Because as amused as he was by the little poems on the boxes, he's still scared of my toys.
He's a nut.
Edward's pouring a glass of lemonade when I walk into the kitchen.
"Hey, sexy."
He raises an eyebrow in question.
"Come to the bedroom. I wanna take a peek-ah-choo."
He throws his head back and groans.
"I'm never living this down, am I?"
"Come on. If you're lucky, I'll let you get into my Wiggly Puff."
"That sounds disgusting."
I frown.
"Yeah, that was sort of gross." I hold up my phone. "Google let me down on this one."
"No more Pokemon jokes."
"Oh, come on. I had one about a Cloister ... Nevermind; that sounds gross when I say it out loud."
"Serves you right." He sips his drink.
"Fine. I give up. Come do me."