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Edward Cullen/put a shirt on
I can hear the music before the elevator doors open.
She's insane.
Luckily, Dad stopped to pick up a couple of pizzas for lunch, so I have time to prepare her.
I'm glad he isn't with me.
"She hit the floor. Next thing you know, shawty got low, low, low—"
I pause the stereo, and Bella gives a surprised squeak.
"Whatcha doin'?" I ask.
"Dusting my dolls."
She's blushing from her head to her toes.
I know this because she's practically naked.
"If I knew you were going to clean like this"—I wave my hand toward her—"I would have canceled with Dad and stayed."
Bella bites her lip.
"I got hot, and I can't sweat on the boxes."
"You are so full of shit."
She throws her rag down and jumps into my arms.
"I was standing by the window and saw you pull into the lot. My clothes are behind the couch."
"As much as I hate to say this, you need to put them back on because we're expecting company."
"We are?"
"Dad wants to see you."