Chapter 4
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BPOV
Our morning routine was to meet in a small diner, to chat and give out interesting information about our day, and for the first time, I was actually happy to be doing just that.
Rose and Alice were my best friends since college. Yes, the same old college story where I met Alice, and through her, a year later I met Rose. We used to have some pretty wild times. We still hang out, of course, but not like we used to, not since Al met Jazz.
Rose and I still went out a few times a month, though.
"So...how was your weekend ladies?" Alice asked.
"Awesome." Rose answered.
"Pretty good." I added.
She smiled. "Yeah? Found some hot guys?"
"Actually, we did."
"Yeah?"
Rose went first, telling all about Emm. She still had that 'I had multiple orgasms' look on her face.
Lucky bitch.
I shouldn't have been jealous since I experienced similar bliss just two days ago.
God, when I just think about all the bullshit I actually said to Edward makes me feel like a fucking idiot.
After I told my own story, we all finally ordered our breakfast and were now in the process of eating. Well, except Alice, who was reading morning newspaper.
She sighed mournfully, taking a bite out of her delicious bagel.
"What is it Alice?" I asked.
"I just don't get people. How can there be suicides when such things as bagels exist in the world?"
Both Rose and I look at Al before we start to shake from laughter. Only Alice could blurt out something like that.
"What?" she asks, a serious look on her face.
I tap her compassionately on the shoulder. "Nothing sweetie, you're completely right."
"I know I am."
"Damn straight," I added, making Alice smile.
EPOV
Later that day
"Dude, then she fucking twitched her legs like she was having a seizure or something, it was fucking crazy."
"So," Emmett shrugs. "All girls do that."
I frown. "Really? Who the hell have you been fucking all these years?"
"The question is, my dear friend is how you doin' it, not who."
Is it just me, or is he actually trying to imitate Joey From Friends?
"Huh?"
"Never mind," he says, not in the mood to explain himself.
"So, did she come?"
I snort smugly. "Oh yeah. She screamed so loud I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard it."
"Nice!"
After fistbumping, Emm told me the rest of his story, and by the sound of it, Rose seemed to be the male version of Emmett.
He walked around the house with a constant grin on his face, which was kind of creepy to watch. If I didn't know him better, I'd say that the fucker is actually in love.
"So...any plans today?" I ask.
"Yeah. She's coming back to our place in five minutes so you'll have to get out while you still have time."
"Shit, you should have told me that before. Now I don't even have time to take a fucking shower."
"Well, you can always take care of that at Bella's place," he says with a grin.
"Oh no. That was just a one time thing. Chick is crazy. What am I supossed to do anyway, say, 'hey, I was in the neighborhood and thought that since we know each other, in the biblical sense anyway, maybe you could let me come in and borrow you shower?' That shit is lame."
"Or you know...you could just proposition her to come inside her. Again."
"Emm!" I yell, picking up a pillow from the couch so I could throw it at his face. He ducks succesfuly.
"You're disgusting."
He shrugs. "Suit yourself fucker."
The doorbell rang then.
"That would be her, so you better get out."
"Are you seriously kicking me out?"
"Sorry dude, you know how the saying goes, 'hoes before bro's'.
"No, it doesn't. You got that backwards asshole."
"Whatever."
Opening the door, he actually had the decency to kick me out.
"Rose, this is Edward, my roomate who was just leaving."
"Great. Nice to meet you. Say hello to Bella for me", she spoke, before closing the door in my face.
What the fuck?!
"Fine! I don't fucking need you guys," I muttered to myself. Got my own shit to deal.
BPOV
I was taking a little tour inside the store when I saw a familiar face.
Oh shit. Hide!Hide!Hide!
"Bella?"
Too late.
"Uh...hi."
"What are you doing?" he asks as he sees me hiding behind the shelves.
Shit.
"I..um... was just looking for...this," I say, quickly picking up the first thing I touched.
He smirks. "A cock ring?"
Crap.
"Uhhh...no, I meant this, " I say puttting the ring back and quickly grabbing a pink bottle. Should have realized by now that what I'm holding is not a beverage.
Smirk transforms into a cocky grin. "Interesting. You planning to do something with that lube today?"
My face was blazing red. With a deep sigh, I decided to lift my head high and stand my ground.
"Yep. I'm having some girls over. You know...pillow fighting, maybe some kissing. To, you know...explore our options."
Take that mister.
His gaze immediately changed, eyes darkened, imagination running wild.
I snapped my fingers a few times to get his attention.
"Edward? Hello? You there?"
Head shaking. "Oh. Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Got something on my mind."
My smile was teasing. "I wonder what."
"Funny."
"So...what are you doing here?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Passing time, and, you know, getting some stuff."
Awkward pause.
"Right. Me too. So, listen...I have to apologize."
"What for?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing.
"I behaved like a crazy person. Guess that's what happens when I drink too much. My ambitions just seem to fly away."
"No need to apologize, trust me. I had fun, and I'm more than certain you did too."
I smiled, blushing just a bit "Yeah, well..I guess that's true. So...what are you doing later?"
His hand went through his hair a few times a bit nervously, as if stalling on his answer.
"Don't know actually. Emm kicked me out as soon as Rose came to our place, so I'm kind of...wandering around until I get the call to come back."
"Well...knowing Rose, that could be a while. A few years or so."
An awkward smile.
Don't do it Bella. Don't invite him back to your place.
"Well... you can join me for dinner if you want, I always cook way too much food anyway."
"Oh, it's fine. I'll just..roam around."
As he speaks those words, he looks at me with those green eyes that days ago would make me wet beyond belief, but now, right now? They look sad...in a weirdly adorable way and I can't seem to look away, so I take pity on him.
Damn me and my conscience.
"No, you're not. Come on. I have a pack of Heineken and steaks in the fridge..." I announce this with a smile, which only gets bigger as his eyes get wider. I think there even might be some drool. Yep, there it is, on the edge of his lips- his full pink juicy lips. I start to lick my lips involuntarily, and watch him do the same seconds later.
The tension is building up. Not knowing what to do, I cover it with a cough.
He finally smiles warmly. Even greatfully if I wasn't mistaken. "You sure you want me to come?"
I lift my eyebrow with a grin, trying to make a point.
He smirks, shaking his head. "Not like that, kinky girl. You know what I meant."
"I know, I know. And yes, I'm sure. Come on."