"Do you really have to ask?" I ask, putting the now empty glass in the sink. "I must have done something wrong, then."
Edward pulls his pants back up and fastened them. "I know what it was. And you definitely didn't do anything wrong. I guess I'm just confused as to why you mauled me as soon as I got in."
"What, are you saying you didn't want me to do it?" I question, unable to keep the hurt out of my voice. The conversation is quickly spiraling downhill.
"Fuck. No, that's not what I'm saying. Never mind."
Edward walks over to my bed, shedding his jacket and shoes along the way. When he reaches the bed, he flops down on his back; head on the pillow.
"I'm sorry," I mumble, walking over to him. "I don't want to fight with you. You've just been so stressed out lately. I wanted to help."
I don't add that I'm worried. Not just about him, but about Kate. What if she sinks her claws into him so deep that he decides he wants to be with her? Or, what if comes to his senses and realizes he doesn't want to deal with two girls with issues, on top of his own?
But then he holds his arms out to me and I can't help but smile as I flop down on the bed beside him, curling into his chest.
They don't seem to have the healthiest of relationships, do they?
Someone asked me how long this will be. I'd say plot wise it's over halfway finished. How will that translate into chapters? Not sure.
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