Devotion 9
Two in the morning it was going strong in the yard. Edward waited for the neighbors to complain but no one did. It was a group of men, a couple of women, one of the apartments across from him. Window open and people in and out. Barbecue, music, dancing. They were okay, keeping it down, loud sometimes, but just for a while.
About two a.m. here she came. He hadn't slept because he was waiting. For what, he didn't know.
Two was early for Bella Swan. She was usually later. She carried a bag. Looked like groceries. The group hailed her, and she went into the fold. She knew how to work it. Had them laughing in no time. One especially. Khakis. Undershirt. Bottle held against his flat stomach. He was digging her right off. Dancing. She went right to it. Moving her hips like a pro. It got louder. Undershirt was close to her. Got his arms around her. She was flighty. Moving all over. Ha-ha. "I've got groceries!" he heard her say. Undershirt didn't want to let her go. He followed her to the double doors. She went up alone, and the dude was moving his neck and complaining to the others. Yeah. She left them bleeding a little.
Edward wiped over his mouth. He was thirsty. He was a peeper. He wasn't looking in though. He was looking out. Was that more respectable? He laughed out loud, and it made the room feel cavernous.
He saw a light go on in 3B. The kitchen. She'd be putting the food away now. Probably moving her hips like she had in the yard. No, more subtly. He went back to his own kitchen, settled in the chair. And waited.