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Chapter 4

"Oh my God, Edward! I am so, so sorry!"

"Really, Bella, it's all right." He chuckles and asks the stewardess to get some tissues.

"No, it's really not. Shit, I'm so sor –"

He interrupts me by pinching my lips shut between his forefinger and thumb. "I said it's all right. Chill out, Swan."

I humph and give a slight nod. "At least let me buy you a new t-shirt," I say once he lets go of my lips.

He turns his head to look at his shoulder, and my eyes follow his as he says, "It's not that bad. In fact, I think it'll be good as new with one load in the washing machine."

"But it's disgusting!" I exclaim. "That's my…my…m –" Fuck I can't even get the words out.

He laughs loudly. "You mean, 'that's my drool.'"

I blush scarlet and punch him in the bicep. "Shut up," I groan, embarrassed all over again.

Yes, yours truly literally drooled over Edward Cullen when he so sweetly told you that you could sleep on his shoulder. While I rested my head on his shirt, which he now wore over his wife beater, he rested his head on top of mine and we slept all through the duration of the flight. The moment when we woke up was supposed to be all that cute stuff when we'd look into each other's eyes and probably kiss or something, but oh no! The first thing I see is my drool over him, and before I can clean it up stealthily, I meet his surprised and slightly amused eyes. Really, someone kill me now.

"All passengers are requested to fasten their seatbelts. We will soon be landing in San Francisco International Airport."

That comes as a welcome distraction as we all busy ourselves in fastening our seatbelts and making ourselves presentable once again. In my case, I comb my hair into a neat ponytail, brush off my clothes, and use baby wipes to wipe my face and neck.

I turn to Edward to offer him some wipes and my mouth pops open at the sight that graces my depraved eyes. Oh my… The man is cracking his neck and doing head rolls. Now as a dancer, head rolls are a basic part of our warm ups, but nobody has ever looked sexier than Edward doing them.

Suddenly, he turns his head toward me with his mouth halfway open like he's about to say something. On seeing my love-struck look though, his faces scrunches up in confusion. "What?" he says.

"Uh…nothing." I smile sweetly at him and extend my hand. "Wipes?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks," he replies. Yes, because guys consider it totally non-macho or some shit to use wipes. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't we all covered in the same grime that can be easily removed with a few scented wipes? What's the big deal? Whatever.

The plane lands on time, and we're in San Fran by 1 am on the 19th of December. We push our carts through the airport and to the car rental where the manager tells us to go check out the cars while he fills in the documents. He also said that we can just drop off the car in Seattle in the other branch of their company. So I guess we got a pretty god deal. We're looking at a row of those drive-yourself rental cars, all of them pretty battered, but a few also look amazing.

"Come on, Bella, just choose one," Edward whines. We've been here for the past twenty minutes, and I can't choose between any of these wheels.

"Would you like some cheese with that whine?" I say sweetly, batting my lashes at him, and then batting his bicep to shut up.

"Only if it's served with a side dish of good humor," he retorts, pinching my arm. I turn to give him my own witty response when something red and shiny behind him catches my eye.

I gasp when it comes into full view after I've pushed Edward aside.

"Edward," I whisper, my hands covering my mouth in surprise. "That's the one." I point to the fucking gorgeous car and start walking toward it.

I can hear his sharp intake of breath and imagine the smirk on his face as he replies, "Oh, Jesus. That's so hot. We're definitely taking that. Good choice, Swan."

By now, the manager's come out and is looking at us like we've lost our mind. "Sir," he says, "that's going to cost $419 for three days, almost double the other cars."

Shit. My shoulders slag and I turn to him with a pout. "It's all right," I mumble. "We'll just take the Ford."

"We'll take the red convertible," Edward says. Before I can protest about the cost, he's handed the guy 419 dollars and is in the process of signing the document. Jeez, the guy's stubborn and fast.

"Edward," I chide and hold his wrist to keep him from signing. "We'll take the Ford. This is too much."

"Swan." He chuckles. "Shut up."

And that's how, fifteen minutes later, I'm stuffing my luggage into the trunk of our very own, for the next three days, 1960 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible.

When I sit in the passenger seat and the car purrs to life, I think I just about orgasm right there. It's fucking amazing times infinity. Really, it is.

"Let's get this party started," Edward shouts and presses down on the accelerator.

I hoot and laugh along with him, and we're peeling out into the highway in the middle of the night, not a hint of sleep in our bones, and the cold winter wind whipping against our faces.

I might just die of the cold, but eh, what's life without a little fun, a little risk?

I turn up the stereo, and the song that blares out makes me laugh all over again.

It's I Can't Drive 55 by Sammy Hager, and I can't help belting out the lyrics along with it. Edward looks at me in surprise and joins me after the second line.

"One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!
Well, there's too much traffic, I can't pass, no
So I tried my best illegal move
A big black and white come and crushed my groove again

Go on and write me up for one twenty five
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't drive fifty five
Oh no! Uh!"

And on my word, we are definitely not driving fifty-five.

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