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I smile uncertainly and he chuckles lowly. I look slowly up at him and wish he hadn't. His green eyes are scorching and have brightened, tugging a place in my heart and I want to ravish him. Without restraint.
Time seems to slow down, to the point where I'm not even sure if I am in a dream or not. Yes, maybe it's a dream. Of course it's a dream. A grin brightens my features. Wait, if this is a dream then I can do whatever I want without consequences? Awesome!
Huh. Why is he looking at me funnily? My mind must want that sub-consciously. I shrug inwardly and twist in my stool to face him completely.
Shit, he looks shocked. Weird. I shake off the thought and smile sincerely at him.
"So, Edward, what do you do?"
"I'm a writer." He sounds cautious. What the fuck?
"Really? That's awesome. I was going to be a writer but I'm studying different things at school now." I smile.
"School?" He raises an eyebrow and I snort. Very ladylike, Isabella, uh, Bree. Breeanna? Breella? Huh. This random name isn't doing me any favours. Then again, dreams don't count, right? Yeah.
"Oh, yeah, I just turned twenty-three, and I'm at WSU. Don't worry, Eddie, I'm a grown-up girl. Legal." I smirked and winked. Why the hell not?
I giggled lightly and downed my drink, ordering another. This time a double shot of Patrone. I love London.
"Twenty-three?" He chokes out and I smirk, shrugging my shoulders. What is my dream guy worried about. I'm legal! Jeez, I can feel my dream self downing.
"Listen, Ed, if you're that bothered about my age, don't fuck me." I shrugged. It was simple after all!
I sip at my drink and wince. Fuck, that's strong.
When I look back at my companion, I gasp. Were his eyes that dark before?
Shit.