Bella, the...afternoon after!
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"Yes, I have to go now!" I laugh, grinning as Edward attacks my mouth with his at the doorway. His hands are planted firmly on my ass cheeks and I squirm for his benefit. He growls. Oh my.
"Sure?" He murmurs in a resigned way like a child who didn't get what he wanted after an hour of crying about it. Honestly.
"Yes!" I whisper. I step back from him, my hands firmly at my sides. I can't let my resolve drop. No matter what.
He grins foolishly at me.
"Just coz you won this morning means nothing, Mr. Cullen!" I grin happily and kiss him swiftly on the cheek. I turn away and walk down the hall, my heart thumping.
Well done, Bells.
"I'll see you later, Miss. Black." He calls after me, amusement overriding his arrogant tone.
My face freezes up, ice holding my heart in its grip. This is wrong.
I want him to call me by my real name. But it's too late now.
Much too late.
I round the corner and have a little, heartwrenching cry before straightening my back.
Time to face the girls.
Great, my inner Bella mutter sarcastically.
And sure enough, as soon as I enter the hotel room, I'm dragged out to shopping and tortured with endless, probing questions.
Fucking feminine activities with hyperactive pixies and Barbie models.
Wanna hear some of my favourite questions?
"Did he take you to a Chinese restaurant? Was it a fancy one or a really fung shuei thingymabobby one?"
Courtesy of Mary Alice Brandon.
"Was the second fuck better than the first?"
Rosalie Lillian Hale supplied this with a pop of her bubblegum.