Hey guys! So I sort of got inspired and just wrote like a mad woman this week and here we are. It's only been like a week (and a few days) since I updated last, so snaps and claps for moi (: Thank ya'll for the reviews! I appreciate them more then you will ever know. Anyway, this is prob my fave chapter so far...lots of good stuff in it. Plus, there's a lemonade-ish scene at the end so if you don't like reading that stuff, skip it after Emmett sings. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Veronica Mars quote or Gossip Girl quote I used. And Dorota is actually the name of Blair's maid on GG, and I wanted to put her in my story because she is awesome.
Seventeen Forever
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Argh," I said to myself as I got up. Who the hell is waking me up at -- 11:31 AM?!
Damn.
I didn't know it was this late, I thought to myself, getting up as the knocking continued. Whoever the hell was knocking was one persistent motherfucker.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Hold your horses!" I exclaimed. "I'll be there in a minutes, gosh."
I opened up the door to reveal Jasper grinning like a Chesire cat. "What?" I deadpanned.
He smiled at me, "Don't you know what today is?"
"Um, Saturday?" I asked, as he walked in.
"It's not only Saturday, but it's," he paused, pointing to the calendar.
I groaned. "No!"
"Oh yes, my friend. It's your birthday!" Jasper sing-songed.
I looked up at the ceiling, "Are you there God? It's me, Bella. Can you please send a lightning bolt and end all of this misery for me?"
"Bella," Jasper said.
I stared at the ceiling, "Please."
Jasper snapped his fingers in my face, "C'mon, birthdays aren't so bad."
"Yes, they are," I said as we both walked to the kitchen.
He gave me a look.
"They are! Especially my birthdays!"
"They are not that bad," Jasper said, both of us taking a seat at the kitchen island.
I gave him a pointed look, "Last year, I spent an hour and a half stuck on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island. And the year before that, I went to that stupid baseball game with you and Emmett and I spilled nachos all over myself--"
"Small details."
"Jasper," I gave him a hard look.
He stared me down, "Bella."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!" He exclaimed. "It's your birthday. You're turning 17. You're one more step closer to womanhood and to being an adult and we need to go out and celebrate."
"No."
"C'mon."
"Jasper, I said no. It's my birthday and I don't want to go out. It'll end in a disaster."
He sighed, "So you seriously don't have any plans?"
"I do actually."
"And they would be…?" He prodded me.
"I think I might go to Blockbuster and rent a movie. Maybe Say Anything. You know how John Cusack just makes my heart skip a beat," I sighed dramatically , putting my hand on my chest.
Jasper snorted, "Congratulations, Bella Swan. You have just won the award for being the most boring teenager in New York."
"Well, did I tell you the movie I rent might be PG-13?"
"Oh!" Jasper exclaimed. "You're just a wild child!" He said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes, "What about you, Jazz? Is your life still a non-stop rap video?"
"Well, at least I want it to be," he muttered, getting up and opening up the fridge. "I'm hungry."
"Me too," I said, batting my eyelashes. "So you wanna make me breakfast?" Jasper gave me a pointed look. "Please? With a cherry on top? I'll be your best friend forever and ever…"
"First off, I'm not a fan of cherries, second, I already am your best friend forever and ever, and third, only if you go out tonight will I make you breakfast."
I glowered at him. I really was hungry -- starving, actually. And of course, he had to play on weakness.
"I'll make you chocolate chip pancakes," Jasper smiled while I just kept glaring at him. "With whipped cream?"
I felt my resolve breaking, "Only if you make a smiley face with that whipped cream."
"Done."
After our very tasty breakfast, during which I gave Jasper all the details on my crappy Friday night spent with Edward Cullen and he dished out the deets to me on his lovely night spent with Alice Cullen (who is now officially his girlfriend), we left my apartment and made our way to Manhattan so we could go pick up Alice.
"I just don't understand why she has to come along," I said as the elevator pinged each time it went up a floor. Like I had suspected, the Cullens lived in a pent house.
"She's my girlfriend," Jasper answered.
"You barely know her."
"I thought you said you were going to be nice?"
"I am being nice," I insisted. "It's just that, it's my birthday and when you said 'going out' I thought it was just gonna be you, me, and Emmett. Not, you, me, Emmett, and Miss. Munchkin."
"Bella!" Jasper scorned. "Miss. Munchkin, not very nice."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, I'll keep the nicknames to a minimum. But answer my question: why does she have to come?"
"Because you're my friend, and Alice is my girlfriend, and I want you two to get along. I get that you have this whole anti-Cullen thing--"
"It's just a anti-Cullen Jr. and Sr. thing," I interjected.
"Whatever. The point is: I want you guys to get along and spend some time and get to know each other. And plus, Alice loves parties and shopping and all that girl crap. So just be nice and try to get along with her, for me."
"Fine," I said as the elevator pinged one more time and the doors opened to a very chic-looking apartment.
We walked into the foyer when we were greeted by Dorota, the maid. "Mr. Jasper, nice to see you again. Who is your friend?"
"Nice to see you again too, Mrs. Dorota," he paused, pointing to me, "this is Bella."
I shook hands with her, "Nice to meet you."
"You too," Dorota paused. "Are you here to see Miss. Alice?"
"Jasper might be, but Bella's probably here to see me," a shirtless Edward said as he entered the foyer.
I snorted, "Please." I tried to keep my attention on his face instead of his body. He was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and sneakers. He must've been working out.
He had a freaking six pack.
More like an eight pack, actually.
Did those even exist?
And he had some nice pecs. Damn, I thought. And besides the amazing bod, his hair was messy in that I-have-bed-hair-but-it-looks-fucking-hot-on-me way. He looked gorgeous.
All of it made me hate him even more.
"Like what you see?" he said.
"What?" I asked, confused. At that moment I realized he was standing right in front of me and it was just me and him in the foyer, Dorota was gone and Jasper had probably gone upstairs to find Alice.
"You were staring at my body."
"I was not," I said, feeling my cheeks burn.
"Oh, Bella, you don't have to lie," he grinned.
"Oh, Edward, you don't have to be delusional," I smirked back at him.
He just smiled back at me, I think he enjoyed our little arguments. Weirdo. It was silent for a little bit, he was just staring at me. Did I have something on my face, in my teeth? "What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said. "It's just that your eyes, they have a little green in them. I never saw it before."
I got this little feeling in my stomach when he said that, but I just ignored. "Well maybe because you didn't stare at me like a creep before," I retorted, trying to get my stomach to quit giving me that weird feeling.
He just chuckled, "Well I'm gonna go take a shower…"
"That's great considering you smell like the guys who work in the meat packing district."
"Well, I heard you like those smelly types," he paused.
"Well, you heard wrong."
He nodded, "So I'm gonna go take that shower, third door on the left upstairs."
"And I care because…?" I said, when it clicked. "Wait. You want me to join you?!"
"It's a suggestion," he shrugged. "I can't really scrub my back. I need someone else to do it for me."
"Then get a longer loofah, asshole!" I huffed.
He chuckled, heading for the stairs, "You can't resist me."
I rolled my eyes, "You're not even tempting."
"Lying is a sin, you know."
"And being an asshole is too."
"Huh," he feigned confusion. "I didn't see that one written anywhere."
"Just go take your stupid shower!" I retorted.
"Fine. Just remember, third door on the left." He winked at me. I flipped him off which caused him to laugh again.
After about 10 minutes of waiting for Alice and Jasper to come back downstairs, I decided it was time to look for them. As I got to the top of the staircase, I heard voices and followed them. When I past the third door on the left, I rolled my eyes, but I could feel my cheeks starting to heat up.
Ugh, I thought, still following the voices until I got to the sixth room on the left. Sure enough, there were Alice and Jasper discussing something in hushed tones.
Well, apparently not 'hush' enough.
"Hello friends!" I cheerily exclaimed as I entered the room. "What are you guys chatting about?"
"Well, someone's in a better mood," Jasper observed.
"It's my birthday!" I feigned excitement. "Shouldn't I be all jumpy and excited?"
"Anyone but you is jumpy and excited about their birthday."
"What?" Alice asked.
"Bella hates her birthday," Jasper said.
"What?" Alice asked.
"Something bad always happens on my birthday," I paused. "So I usually avoid the hell out of celebrating it."
"Well this year nothing bad's gonna happen," she smiled. "I'm in charge of planning it all."
"In charge? Of what?"
"Your birthday bash, silly!"
"Birthday bash?" I questioned. "I thought this was just a few friends going out for a night. No birthday stuff, no bashing."
"We are, but I'm just planning it all out."
"No," I said. "Plans never work out for me. Something always gets messed up. I am like a freaking cursed rabbit's foot when it comes to plans."
She laughed, "It'll all work out. Trust me."
"Let's hope so," I said. "So what's on the agenda?"
"Well, first, we'll go shopping, we definitely need some new outfits--"
"New outfits?" I paused, "I thought this was just a casual outing with friends."
"It is," Jasper answered.
"Sort of," Alice interjected. "We're just getting a little dressed up, that's all."
I gave her a pointed look.
"It'll be fine," she paused, continuing on with 'the plan.' "Okay, so after shopping, we'll get ready, and then we'll have dinner at Geisha--"
"Geisha?" I asked. "Like from Memoirs of a Geisha?"
"It's a sushi place," Alice answered.
"I refuse to eat live fish."
Alice giggled, "They're not live, just a little raw."
"No," I said. "It's my birthday and I say we eat at Sahara."
"As in, the desert?"
"Yeah, it has the best Mediterranean cuisine in New York, I swear."
"Okay," Alice said. "Sahara it is."
"Good thinking, toots. I haven't eaten there in a while," Jasper commented.
"Dude, what did I say about that nickname?"
"And what did I say about calling me dude?"
We both laughed while Alice looked sort of confused.
"Sorry," I said. "We were having a BFF moment."
Alice grinned, "I understand."
"So after dinner where are we going?"
"Bungalow 8," Alice and Jasper said in unison.
"Bungalow 8? Isn't that a club? We're all underage and--"
"Emmett knows the bouncer and most of the bartenders so we're good to go," Jasper said just as Alice's bedroom door opened.
"Good to go for what?" He asked.
"Nosy, much?"
"Obsessed-with-everything-I-say, much?" Edward quipped.
I rolled my eyes while he continued talking, "So is anyone gonna tell me what we're 'good to go for'?"
"Bella's birthday," Alice answered. "We're going out tonight."
"It's your birthday?" Edward turned toward me.
"The big one seven," I replied.
"Happy birthday," he said.
"Thanks," I deadpanned.
"So where are you guys going out tonight?" He asked.
Before Alice could open her mouth and spill the beans, I quickly answered, "You're not invited."
"Aw, well damn," he snapped his fingers. "I'm just gonna go to my room and cry now."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Mature," he said.
"Whatever, let's go, guys," I said, grabbing both Alice and Jasper's arms.
"You're going out now?" Edward asked.
"We need to go shopping," Alice explained.
"Unfortunately, they are both in need of 'new outfits' or something," Jasper said. "And I have to tag along."
"It won't be so bad, Jazz," I said.
"Sure, it'll be a blast," Jasper paused, "Edward, you should come along."
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"I can't deal with all the estrogen and unnecessary excitement over clothes and shoes, I need some male company or I'll go crazy, no offense, Alice."
"None taken, boyfriend. I know I can be a little over zealous when it comes to clothes," she smiled.
"So you wanna come?" Jasper asked.
"No, he does no--"
I was cut off by Edward, "Yeah, I want to come."
So after three arguments with Edward -- one right after he said he wanted to come, another in the elevator, and one more in the limo when we argued over directions to the Kings Shopping Plaza (my favorite mall) because apparently, Eddie knew Brooklyn and New York like the back of his hand now until we finally got to the mall.
"So where do you wanna go first?" Alice asked.
"Forever," I answered.
"What?" Edward asked.
"It's a store, dumbass," I answered. "You two can scamper off now."
"Geez, message received," Jasper said as he turned to Alice.
They hugged and they gave each other a quick peck on the lips. Their embrace me made sort of jealous. I hadn't really had anyone like that in a while. My couple of middle school boyfriends didn't count, because we just held hands, passed notes in class, and had a few awkward kisses. And Jake and I never did the whole lovey-dovey thing.
"Do you wanna hug?" Edward asked me, his arms wide open.
I shoved, "With you? No. What I want is for you to leave me alone."
He ignored my comment and instead said, "You know you want to hug me."
"You know I want to punch you," I replied.
"Love's not supposed to hurt, Bella," Edward grinned.
"What? I don't love y--" I was cut off by Alice grabbing my arm.
"I came to rescue you guys from each other," Alice said as she and Jasper shared one last look. It looked so personal that I looked away from the two.
"Good idea, there could've been bloodshed," I joked.
She laughed as made our way to Forever 21, "You know, Edward's not so bad."
"Sure," I replied.
"Seriously. Sure he can be sarcastic and snarky--"
"And a little arrogant," I interjected.
"--but he's a nice guy," she finished. "Give him a chance."
I already did, I thought, and he blew it. "Sure," I said out loud as we entered the store.
"Ready to get unnecessarily excited over clothes and shoes?" She asked.
I chuckled, "Yes ma'am."
Half and hour later Alice and I were still rummaging through the racks at Forever 21 as I realized she wasn't so bad. Not bad at all. Not your typical richie. She was funny, smart and very quirky and sort of loud.
She was perfect for Jasper.
"So," I said. "You and Jasper, huh?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "I've only known him for a short amount of time, but it feels like forever, you know? I really, really like him."
"I can tell. He really, really likes you too. You guys have that whole look-into-my-eyes-you're-my-soul mate thing."
"You think so?" She said, handing me a pair of dressy shorts and a flowy top. "Try these on."
"I know so," I said, heading to the dressing room.
As I tried on the clothes, Alice patiently waited outside my dressing room. "Oh and Alice?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
I exited the fitting room so she could give me her opinion, "You break his heart, I break your face."
She laughed, "Same goes for you."
"What?"
"You'll understand sooner or later," she winked. "And by the way, Bella, that outfit look gorgeous on you!"
"Thanks," I replied, silently agreeing.
I didn't want to go back to the Cullen residence after the mall, but I did anyway. Alice lured me back with food, of course (I truly believe I am a big girl at heart) -- she promised me soft, chewy, chocolate chip cookies. How can one resist?
Plus, Edward wouldn't have been home. He had gone off somewhere after the mall and had been gone for a few hours. Thank God.
Besides the cookies, Alice promised to do my hair and make-up -- actually, she pretty much forced me into the hair and make-up thing but she didn't seem to care. So after playing 'Bella Barbie' as Alice called it, I was finally taking a break from all the make-up/hair crap because Alice was getting herself dolled up.
I was still wary about the whole 'birthday bash', 'night out' thing so I was on the search for the one thing that would predict what would exactly happen tonight.
A radio.
"Ah," I said outloud as I walked into someone's room in the Cullen pent house -- it was more like a castle, actually because it was so freaking huge. "Okay, Mr. Radio, do me good," I turned it on.
"Will it be a good night?" I turned the dial.
Don't need candles and cake
Just need your body to make
Birthday sex, birthday sex
(It's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex
"Funny," I said. "Okay, let's try another question: what will happen to me at Bungalow 8?"
Love me, hate me
Say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me, hate me
But can't you see what I see?
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
"Ugh," I groaned. "Mr. Radio, I said you were supposed to do me good, not literally have someone do me."
"Maybe you should just accept the fact that 'all the boys and all the girls are begging to if you seek a-you'?" Someone said from behind me.
I jumped in response, "Geez, Cullen, scare the crap out of me, why don't ya? What are you doing in here?"
"The better question is what are you doing in here?" Edward had an amused expression on his face. I'm sure he was replaying the same conversation we had in my room not less that 24 hours ago.
"What does it look like? I'm trying to figure out what's gonna happen on this most-likely disastrous night."
"Well, can you go play fortune teller somewhere else? You're in my personal space," he mimicked the exact words I'd said to him on Friday night.
I rolled my eyes, "Shut up. So where did you go off to after the mall?"
"Why do you need to know? You miss me or something?" he smirked.
"No," I denied. "I was just asking."
"Sure," he said.
"Okay, well I'm gonna leave your personal space now," I said.
He nodded, "Hope you have fun at your little birthday bash."
"It's not little."
"Sure."
"You're just jealous because you're not invited, I--"
"Weren't you leaving my personal space just now, Bella?" he grinned.
"Ugh," I groaned. He really frustrated me.
As I was leaving he said, "Until tonight, my love."
In return, I gave him an obscene hand gesture, and he started chuckling. I think he really did enjoy getting on my nerves.
After dinner at Sahara in which I completely and totally felt like the third wheel (since Emmett couldn't come due to dinner with the parentals) we were finally in line at Bungalow 8 waiting for Emmett to come.
"Finally!" I exclaimed as I saw him walking toward, a big grin on his face.
"Happy birthday, Bella!" he exclaimed, enveloping me in a tight hug.
"Thanks," I gasped, he gave some pretty strong hugs.
"So are you guys ready for some fun and debauchery?" Emmett asked as he lead us up the line. I didn't even want to look back because most of the people in line were probably cursing all of us mentally by now.
Alice and Jasper agreed, both of them looking excited as hell. I, on the other hand, wasn't so excited, but I smiled back at Emmett.
When we were in, Emmett let us to our V.I.P. room that he got for us. He knew that I wasn't exactly a fan of dancing and he got us the V.I.P. room so I could hang out and also, he got it so I wouldn't get hit on or creeped up on by the random club boys.
Did I mention that I love Emmett?
After leaving our stuff in the V.I.P. room, we made our way to one of the bars. Too say that the club was big was an understatement. It was freakin' huge. It had 4 separate bars, palm trees (to make it look like a Bungalow, I guessed), and chic furniture. There was also a restaurant attached to the club. All of these things were great but the most important part of it all was that it had a massive dance floor.
As we walked, I studied the crowd on the dance floor. Most of the girls were dressed classily, but with a hint of 'slut' in their outfits. It was no surprise for me to spot Jessica and Lauren already out on the dance floor grinding on two random guys.
Where's Queen Bitch? I thought as Emmett, Alice, Jasper ordered drinks for themselves.
"We're gonna go dance," Alice said gesturing to herself and Jasper, as I took a seat at the bar.
"Alice," I whined. "Don't leave me all by myself."
"Emmett'll be here."
"No he will not," Emmett answered, pointing to a blonde on the dance floor. "I see someone over there that I need to dance with."
"You'll be fine," Alice squeezed my shoulder.
"Just order a drink," Emmett said. "We'll be back in no time."
"I don't have fake I.D--" It was too late. They were already gone.
I sighed, "Can I have--" But the bartender already walked away to some other girl who was barely clothed. She should just write 'skank' or 'call me if you're interested in a one night stand' I thought, I felt someone bump into my knee.
"Sorry," the guy said.
"It's okay," I said turning toward him when I realized who it was. "What are you, stalking me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, some friends invited me to go with them," he said. "Besides, I know you're excited to see me."
"Oh you know it, I'm just exploding with excitement inside," I sarcastically replied.
"So where are Alice, Jasper, and Emmett?" He asked.
"Dancing."
"How come you're not out there being a teenage dirt bag as well?"
"I'm trying to order a drink, but I don't have I.D, so I have no idea how I could possibly order a drink…"
He rolled his eyes, "I'll walk you through it, virgin."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the bartender came back and Edward order me a shot of Vodka for me and him.
"Happy birthday, Swan," he said as we both downed the shots. The drink sort of burned and I felt a little dizzy after we downed them.
"Thanks," I said, signaling the bartender for two more.
"I never pegged you for a drinker," Edward smirked.
"I'm really not, but it's not my birthday, so it couldn't hurt to have some fun for one night." I smiled back at him.
Two hours and a few drinks later, Edward, Emmett, and I were hanging out in the V.I.P room. I actually was having a good time, yes, Edward and I were still bickering but it wasn't so bad. I guess alcohol made me a little mellower.
"I make them good girls go bad. I know your type, Daddy's little girl. I just take a bite, let me shake up your world. Cuz just one night couldn't be so wrong. I'm gonna make you loose control. She was so shy, til I drove her wild," Emmett sang loudly as Edward and I burst out laughing.
"Dude, what are you singing?"
"Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship and Leighton Meester," Emmett said proudly. He wasn't ashamed at all.
Edward laughed, "Very manly."
"Dude, whatever. Leighton Meester is smokin'." Emmett said. "I'm gonna get back out there."
"Pull the curtain, I need some air," I said as he was leaving. It was getting a little stuffy in there.
"Sure thing," Emmett pulled it and the smell of alcohol and sweat came inside the room, but it was okay. I watched Emmett maneuver his way to the dance floor and he was yet again, dancing with that blonde.
Being somewhat voyeuristic, I kept watching the crowd when I caught sight of some girl practically giving a guy a lap dance on one of the couches.
"Classy," I said.
"What?" Edward asked.
I pointed to the girl and guy.
Edward smirked. "Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"Nothing, just picturing you on my lap," Edward said, his eyes never leaving mine. For a split second, I actually pictured myself on his lap, him shirtless, hands on my body.
I blinked, what the hell was that? Must be the alcohol, I thought, blushing.
"You imagining the same thing?" Edward asked smirking. I looked at him embarrassed that he had been able to read me so well. I tried to come up with something snappy but the shirtless images of Edward were still commanding my mind.
"In your dreams." I said.
Lame, I thought.
"You can bet on it." he said. "But too bad it'll only be in my dreams."
"You think I wouldn't do it?" I challenged. He think he had me all figured out. But he had it wrong.
"Yeah," he answered, sure of himself.
He think he had me all figured out. But he had it wrong. Edward had control of the whole situation and I would've done anything to reverse it.
"What are you-" Edward asked as I started to move her hips slowly from side to side. He gave looked at me, shocked.
I know your type
(Your type)
Boy, you're dangerous
Yeah, you're that guy
(That guy)
I'd be stupid to trust
But just one night couldn't be so wrong
You make me wanna lose control
She was so shy
Till I drove her wild
I kept moving to the beat of the music, never taking my eyes off of his.
"You don't have to... I didn't mean... I was just kidding..." All the words seemed to stop coming out of his mouth as I started to turn around slowly until my was toward his.
I bent my knees until I was low enough to sit on his lap.
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go bad
I was hanging in the corner
With my five best friends
I heard that you were trouble
But I couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Good girls go bad
Edward started to breathe heavily, as he put his hands under my shirt, on top of my stomach. The touch gave me tingles all over my body. I took a shaky breath, closed my eyes and let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder.
We moved in trance to the beat of the music, me, grinding my ass and Edward's hands on my stomach and hips. I didn't know what had happened, but I had gone from vixen to a high school girl who got lost in a gorgeous guy's sweet touches and soulful eyes.
Get control, I thought, lifting myself off of Edward's lap enough to turn around and straddle him. Edward looked at me, shocked but didn't hesitate to grab my hips and pull me in closer as I started to massage his chest and arms.
Edward's hands were exploring my body just as much. He had moved from my stomach and hips to the wonders of my ass and thighs. The moment his hands found my inner thigh, I let out a quiet moan.
I was losing control again.
I needed to get away from the situation but more than that she needed to do it without embarrassing herself.
Thankfully, the song ended.
"Down boy." I smirked at him while trying my best to not look embarrassed. I got off of him and sat as far away as possible from him.
"Are you kidding?"
"Nope." I said with a smile. Go back to being ice queen, I thought.
"Don't even try to tell me you didn't enjoy it as much as I did." He said. For a split second, I blushed in embarrassment but quickly recovered from it.
"Oh, I did enjoy it." I said, surprising him. "But it was just lust."
"Well, if you ever start feeling 'lusty' again, you know where I sleep." He said smirking.
I looked back at him, giving him a sexy smirk before crawling up to him slowly. I straddled him again, running my hand under his shirt. I pulled away quickly.
"I gotta run to the lady's room."
"Tease!" he exclaimed.
"Didn't you hear the song? Good girls go bad for only one night." I smirked, leaving the V.I.P. room.
When I got to the bathroom, I threw cold water on my face. I couldn't believe I had actually just given Edward, of all people, a lap dance. What I couldn't believe more was that I actually liked the feeling of his hands on my body and my hands on his body.
Snap out of it, Bella, I thought, looking in the mirror when I noticed something.
My eyes did have a little green in them.
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