Edward tastes like beer.
His lips are soft on mine.
The kiss is so, so good.
But before I can really enjoy it, it's over.
"Ah, shit. Shit. Fuck."
He paces away from me and then back to me.
His hand goes to his hair and runs through it.
"I'm really sorry, you're a nice girl, Bella. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea. It's New Years. I've had too much to drink. I got caught up in the moment."
He lists a million more excuses, but I tune them out.
Then he's gone.
And I'm left standing here.
What the fuck just happened?
You guys all had fun New Years. I didn't do anything special. I forgot to mention last chapter that The Cellar is a real place in San Francisco.
See you tomorrow morning!