Chapter Two
Rosalie and I had always been thick as thieves and I can't honestly remember a time when I did not know her.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. You get it.
Point is, she convinced me to go home with her this summer. It did not take a lot of begging on her part; she knew I would go home with her because once upon a time, Forks had been my home too.
When we were younger, I spent a lot of time with Rosalie that I practically lived with her family. I had a room in the Cullens' home. That, I always knew, but when I came up to my old room and saw my posh furniture (yes, Esme said they were mine), I felt the air sucked out of my lungs. I was home.
Nothing much changed, except for Edward, that is.
I began unpacking my clothes and placing them neatly in my closet.
"Knock, knock." I didn't need to look to know who was at my door. "You need some help?"
I nervously smiled at the sight of him. He was just too handsome. "What's in it for you, Edward?"
He sat on my bed with nonchalance, as though he had done this a thousand times. It was only then that I noticed just how broad he was, like he had gained some heavy muscles of his own.
Hot.
"Just wanted to get reacquainted with your underwear, that's all."
What?
I gasped in surprise.
"You might want to close that pretty mouth of yours, Bella, or I just might accept your invitation."
Edward had a dirty mouth. I'm fucked.
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