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"Hmmm…handle it? That sounds…promising."
I literally bite my tongue to avoid giving her a whole mess of ideas about other body parts she might handle, but that doesn't keep the ideas from implanting themselves like tiny time bombs in my head.
"Alrighty then. I'll pick you up at 7?"
"Sure, I'll text you my address."
"See you tomorrow, Bella."
"Looking forward to it."
My phone chirps and her address appears, alongside a smiley wink.
As I add the information to her contact entry, a very happy realization takes hold: Bella Swan bought a new outfit.
To go out with me!