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Emmett will mock me mercilessly for not waiting. If he had any appreciation for my level of sexual tension after two hours of relentless teasing, he'd be impressed that I didn't drag Bella into the back room and pin her against the wall with my hips.
Jesus, it's hot in here. I start the engine and slide down my window.
That damn wink taunts me. I wait exactly twenty seconds before typing in her number.
Bella, are you free this Friday night? –Edward
She's already accepted in theory; my fingers shouldn't be shaking over the keys. And yet they do.
A/N: Guess of the Day Award to CullensTwiMistress (not for getting it right, just for creativity!) for guessing the picture is a tape measure (DAMN, that is so CLEVER!). This unfortunately led her to the errant conclusion that he manages a Subway- you know how they have those tape measures under the buns? Tennis net, car tires, football uprights, hockey goal, race car track, (thank you, mr. h), the game PONG from the 70's, and a bed (which led to the conclusion that he's a porn star!) XXX ~BOH