Chapter 270

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The touch I'd been anticipating turns out to be the sweetest torture. It's more than I thought I might ever have again, and it's so woefully inadequate I could cry.

The scissors fly around my head but I can't watch the professional hair stylist, offering no more intimacy than the neighborhood barber would afford a random walk-in client. I close my eyes, attempting to slow this down, draw out the contact, because it well may be the last. I could not possibly put either of us through this again.

"Blow dry?"

"Please."

"Okay if I gel you?"

Thank God. "Please."

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==8 BPOV 8==

The gel is my downfall.

It's always been about Edward's guileless, expressive eyes, which haven't strayed from my hands since I squeezed the goop into my cupped palm. I swear he stops breathing as I rub my hands together and take my place behind his head.

That instant my fingertips hit his scalp, his eyes roll back in his head, his lids descend halfway, and his mouth falls open. I can practically feel his balls constrict beneath me and hear the whimper on his lips as he spurts long streams of hot cum inside me.

An involuntary sigh escapes me.

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OH GOD! Did I just moan out loud?

Wait, was that Bella?

I know I shouldn't, but I indulge myself in the luxury of peering into her eyes. What a huge mistake.

She is barely holding herself together. Her eyes dart left, right, down…anywhere but into the mirror. She can't even stand the sight of me. Somehow, the static, sepia, larger-than-life version of me works better than the living, breathing, real me.

I've done nothing but apologize every which way since the nightclub, but now I've inflicted new pain.

"I'm sorry," I say softly. "I had no business coming here."

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==8 BPOV 8==

He shifts in his chair and rises to leave. I panic, grasping his shoulders and pushing him back into the seat. "You can't go. We're not finished!"

Our eyes meet in the mirror, his suddenly filled with optimism I didn't mean to instill. "We're not?"

"You're all wet," I answer, dashing away his hopes as quickly as I inspired them.

"I don't care about that," he says, breaking through the hold I have on him and tearing off his cape with one hand. He spins and tosses the plastic into the chair. "I didn't come here to hurt you further."