I'm stunned silent, but when I snap out of it, I'm pissed.
"You thought there was something between us? That's funny. You've been coming over to my place every night for weeks and you won't even talk to me," I fume.
"Me? Oh, that's rich. Sometimes I feel like-"
Edward is interrupted by a quick rapping on the door.
His assistant opens the door enough to stick her head in.
"Edward? You have a client waiting for you. Things are kind of...loud."
"Shit," he mutters. "Thanks, Irina. Tell them I'll just be a moment."
"Bella, you're gonna have to-"
"Leave," I finished for him. "I get it."
"This conversation isn't over yet, though," he says, turning to look at me.
"No," I agree. "It's not."
"Listen, I can leave work in a few hours, how about I come over tonight with food? We can talk then."
"Yeah. That sounds good," I reply. "I'll see you then."
Three hours later I'm nervous.
I feel like this is a turning point in Edward and my relationship.
I just hope we can make things right.
What does Edward sometimes feel like?
See you later!