Back to Bella for a while. Or shall we say...Bree?
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Oh God. Oh Fuck. Oh Jesus!
Crap!
I, Bella Swan, [or Bree Black] is going to a strangers, well Edward Cullen's, room for a night of...what? Maybe he's a murderer! No! I shake my head and banish my inner idiot from resurfacing yet again. Of course he isn't.
A panty-wrecker, perhaps, but a murderer. I doubt it.
I take a peek at him and his knowing smirk is overrided by the nervous glint in his spectacular green eyes. Oh wow...
I visibly relax and grin shyly back at him as we reach the elevator. Just a dream remember, Bella? Relax!
We stand, waiting for the elevator to return to our floor and the electricity between is charged dangerously, lighting me up like Seattle at night back home.
He pulls me close and wraps his arm around me possessively.
Man, he swells divine.
His fingers stroke my side and wander down to my hip, sprawling across my waist and it's not until he whispers in my ear that I recognize the close proximity that is him.
"Elevators are fascinating, don't you think? Sex in them is especially extraordinary."