Shit.
"I'm sorry. It didn't...I didn't even think twice when I told Rosalie. She's my friend. I wasn't thinking," I babble and stumble over my words.
"Obviously, Bella," Edward seethes. He turns around starts to walk away from me, into his living room.
"Edward, please," I beg, following him. "It was a mistake. I've just been so overwhelmed. I can, I can talk to Rose and tell her to not tell your parents."
"Too late," Edward sighs, sitting down on the couch. He grabs a bottle of beer off of the coffee table and takes a swig of it. "I've already talked to Rosalie."
"And?"
"And, after much bargaining, she's promised not to tell my mom," he says.
I sit down beside him. "You really don't think she will?"
"Rosalie doesn't break her promise. It's one of the only good things about her," Edward shakes his head and takes another sip of beer.
My face must be a mask of guilt, because his expression softens when he turns to look at me.
"People make mistakes, Bella. I just need to be able to trust you."
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