I do no9t own Twilight.
Betaed by SunflowerFran; remaining mistakes are mine.
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Edward was pleasantly surprised that the meeting wasn't as horrible as he'd imagined.
It was in a church building, and when he arrived, there were about ten people milling around outside, drinking coffee and smoking. None of them looked like an alcoholic.
Inside were about twenty more people and a half-circle of chairs. Some were chatting; a few had taken seats by themselves, looking about as nervous as he was. After what seemed like an eternity, the meeting began.
The chairperson, a woman in her fifties, introducing herself as Emily, greeted them, and spoke some introductory words. She then asked if there were any newcomers and Edward and six others tentatively raised their hands. There was a short prayer, and then people started talking about their experiences.
Edward couldn't imagine ever being this open about his alcohol abuse. Some things seemed cliché to him, like you'd expect such a meeting to be: the crying and hugging.
But the people talking about their alcoholism were in no way what he'd expected. There were businessmen, and a very pretty young actress, as well as a lawyer, a plumber, and two teachers.
He was amazed.
No one asked him to stand up, say his name and follow it with "I'm an alcoholic."
But everyone seemed friendly and supportive. When the meeting wound up, Edward could almost imagine returning.
.
He felt light-hearted on his way back home, proud of himself that he had taken that step.
He picked up a much too large order of Indian food, and a huge bouquet of roses, daisies and lilacs.
He was even whistling when he made up his way to their house. Jennie greeted him with two happy barks and a thorough lick of his fingers once he was inside.
He was surprised to find the downstairs of the house in darkness. A bit of light, though, was coming from upstairs. Placing the food in the kitchen out of reach from the dog (they'd learned the hard way that Jennie was a little glutton), he climbed the stairs.
"Bella?"
The bedroom door was ajar, soft jazz tunes floating out.
"In here…"
Edward crossed the threshold, pulling off his jacket in the process, and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
"Baby, you're giving me a heart attack," he gulped.
She was spread on their king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile. The dim light was casting shadows on her slim body, accentuating her voluptuous breasts, the curve of her hips, and the chestnut shine in her hair.
For the first time in months, Edward was itching to draw again.
But that had to wait.
In three long strides, he was with her, kneeling between her legs, gazing at her with nothing but adoration.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured thickly.
Bella's smile was angelic and devilish, driving him mad.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she purred, getting up on her knees and starting to unbutton his shirt, throwing it somewhere. His belt followed, and then she began to unbutton the fly of his jeans.
It only took her seconds to have him undressed and on top of her.
"Hi," she mumbled hotly into his mouth. And then, there was nothing but her: soft, warm and welcoming. Gasps and groans, wet kisses and whispered declarations.
It was perfection.
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Only four more chapters to go, my darling readers…
Love,
harperpitt