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Her hands untuck then climb up the inside of my shirt, and I just close my eyes, lean into her, and feel. If she moves now, I will fall over backwards. Like one of those trust falls gone bad.
Because I am starting to trust her, I realize. First my hair, then my body, and maybe, just maybe, my heart.
"Edward!" Her voice seems to have a spike of urgency, but she's turned me into jello.
I do the best I can. "Mmmm?"
"I think our dinner's on fire!"
"What? Oh…shit!"
I snap the tongs uselessly at the fiery chunks.
A/N: Woops. XXX ~BOH
