"God Bella, I'm so proud of you," Edward says, appraisal clear as day in his voice. I smile giddily, unable to stop the giggle that slips through my lips. "Congratulations baby."
"Thanks," I say, swallowing.
Yes, I am emotional… my dream of being a writer… a praised writer… it's gonna happen for me.
For me.
"Ah, this is so exciting. Edward, I'm excited." I say and he chuckles over the phone.
"Well, I wish I could congratulate you properly…" he says, his voice now husky.
Ugh.
"Well then, come home," I pant into the phone.
"Don't; don't do that, don't tease me, baby. You know how much I wanna be there… god, just the possibilities of what you could be wearing…"
"Edward," I moan into the phone, "I'm wearing your shirt and a pair of boxers… I'm naked underneath."
"Damn it," he groans and I hear his head hit the desk.
No, I would not, but hey, you were the one who killed off Edward and Bella in the Key Party drabble!
Oh and last chapter's protective Edward reminded me of your Edward from From my Window
Yes, I am now making references to your drabbles… I always do.
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