***Disclaimer: all belongs to Stephenie; I just wanna play with her toys.***
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"Please?" I asked, holding the vowel too long and slipping my arms around his waist. "You always say you'll give me anything."
"Anything within reason, Isabella," he droned without any apparent interest.
Pulling my arms away, I spat, "Isabella? You are not. My father."
"Fortunately."
Edward tried to ignore my indignation by closing his eyes; his attempt was feeble. When his hands moved up over his chest, where I had pressed myself into him, I smelled victory.
I grunted and sat back down in the damp grass. "I say we are staying."
He had already turned me into a monster.