"Well, there's really nothing else to tell," she says but then she frowns. "Mr Masen made a few more drunken comments before he more or less passed out-"

"Which made it much easier for the police when they eventually arrived," Carlisle interjects, somewhat sarcastically as he sips his tea.

I smirk, god, he really is so bloody English.

I giggle to myself before slapping a hand over my mouth. I look down, blushing even more when I feel Edward trace his finger over my flaming cheek. I look up, biting my lip and he chuckles before leaning in for a quick but sweet, loving kiss.

Whoever invented fucking chaste kisses forgot to implant that on Edward's lips, I thought, resisting the urge to rub my thighs together.

When he kisses, he does it fucking thoroughly.


Cuteness.

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