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Edward Cullen/uh-oh
Bella's frustrated.
Not sexually. I make sure to keep my girl satisfied in that department.
She's pissed because her building supervisor still hasn't gotten around to fixing her heat.
I give her a logical solution.
Every ounce of anger she has for this Embry dude is now directed toward me.
Fuck my life.
"No, Edward," she says.
"It's been two weeks, and your houseplants have frozen to death. You can't go back there."
She finishes tying her shoes and stands up.
The glare on this woman makes my stomach hurt.
"Then I'll find another apartment."
"Or you could just move in with me."
She stares at me for a minute.
"You aren't stupid, so stop acting like it."
"What? It makes sense. You practically live here anyway. Besides, all of your friends are right down the hall."
"I don't have time for this. I'm already late for work." She starts bundling up. "Don't bother coming for lunch. I'm going to look at apartments during my break."
That didn't go exactly as I planned ... but when has anything?