Shopping. The highlight of my life. Kinda.
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By 11 o'clock, I'm exhausted, five designer bags filled with what I'd like to call, "unneeded adjustments to my personal wardrobe" and Alice and Rosalie are still buzzing, ready to enter the 30th shop.
My arms are drooping dangerously and I wanna sleep. For hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. FOREVER.
"Alice, c'mon! I know you love shopping, but I'm gonna die here. Can we go back to the hotel now?" I hate to sound whiny, but hell, I'm dying!
"Only if you repeat the plan to me once more!" Rosalie grins.
I sigh. "Okay. The plan, courtesy of Rosalie Lillian Brandon and Mary Alice Brandon is that I will-"
"Bree?" A velvet, honey-dripping voice is in my ear and I freeze, and judging by my best friend's faces, it's someone they've never met but can agree that the stranger is sexy.
Rosalie is even giving me her who-the-hell-is-that-fine-person? look.
I hate her.
I turn around slowly and smile politely, a blush creeping into my cheeks and neck, dominating me as his emerald green beauties of eyes stare at me, hungrily.
Ah, hell.
"Hello, Edward." I nod and bite my lip.
"You left this morning."
"Yes, I-uh..." I begin to excuse myself so I can leave before Alice pins me with a glare that clearly reads in neon writing, THE PLAN, ISABELLA! Great.
"...needed space? How about we have some coffee? I could pop round to your room later on? After they finish torturing me, that is." I grin foolishly and he chuckles, eyes alight with excitement, new and readable.
Wow. Edward Cullen's excited look. He's like a small boy who's just been promised the last piece of chocolate cake.
"Perfect." He murmurs and kisses my neck tenderly before turning and leaving, walking with a purpose.
Wow, indeed.