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How's this for an act of faith? I muse, pulling the razor gingerly around my apprehensive sac. I'd rate the chances of Bella seeing my handiwork highly improbable, yet somehow it feels disrespectful not to smooth things out.
It would certainly serve me right to cut myself, but I'd really rather not add bleeding balls to my casualty list along with broken heart and wounded pride.
Applying similar logic to my hair, I spend an extra fifteen minutes scrunching and mussing, fully aware of the futility.
The idea that Bella's fingers will soon be touching my head makes me swoon.
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"Edward, you've got to calm down," Jasper warns, finding me hyperventilating at the men's room sink.
"Jas, I can't do it. What if she won't see me? What if she will see me but she hates me? What if she called in sick today? What if she thinks I'm not coming, so she goes into work, but then I show up and she feels trapped?"
"I seriously don't think you're fit to operate a motor vehicle right now. Maybe I should drive you."
I splash cold water on my clammy face, careful not to mess up my meticulously arranged hair.
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"I can't do this."
"You have to do this. You'll never forgive yourself if you don't."
He's right. How many people have a standing appointment the injured party has to keep? This is a gift horse I cannot afford to look in the mouth.
"You didn't eat any lunch, did you?" his reflection asks, concern creasing his forehead.
"Hell no. I can't even think about food right now. My stomach is turning cartwheels."
"Okay. Just remember your breathing and your mindfulness exercises. And try not to be an ass."
I scowl at him in the mirror. "How is that helpful?"
A/N: Mmmhmmmm. Tomorrow. Yup. Oh yes, we will! Rest up, peoples...it is HAPPENING! XXX ~BOH