4. Chocolate Brown Toes
After our little powwow with Tanya, I found myself starving and I was not ready to bring out my golden prize.
"Let's go to Jimmy's," I say to Edward as I lift my feet to lay in his lap. He seems a little shaken up and nervous after Tanya's exit. Maybe I will share my cake.
"Hey," I run a hand through his hair to calm him down, "What's wrong?"
I know he's not upset about breaking up with first witch Tanya. It's been a long time coming. It doesn't make sense that he'd be so shaky because of it.
"I'd offer some cake but I'm afraid that'll get you even hyper." It's true. He can't hold his sugar for shit.
"Bella," he sighs, "I'm sorry for what she said about you."
Did she call me fat and I missed it?
"She said something that got to me?" And I missed it? "Edward, you seem more offended than me. I've been waiting to sit knee-deep in some food."
I bite down on my lip as I glance up at him. I like to think that it's a nervous tick, but right about now my stomach may just go for anything.
"You're not a pitiful ass," he smirks and pats my feet. They're unpolished, I should move them away. "You have a nice ass."
"I better with the amount of squats and sprints you make me do at the park."
I have a like-dislike relationship with the park. We meet every Friday morning to work off our weekly fat. Anyone that knew me three months ago, before he coaxed me into regular meetings, knew I'd give an arm and a kidney rather than working out full time. Edward gets me a chocolate lava cake every couple of weeks to keep me going. The ice cream truck that stops by around one is also a friendly face.
"Well look at you now. Equipped with a tight little waist and hips I like to squeeze," he demonstrates on my toes. This flirty Edward usually only comes out when he's drunk. I won't say I don't enjoy it.
"Don't touch those," I bat his hand away. They're not just unpolished. They're chipped. Chipped with a little growth. I can't imagine anything more embarrassing than him stabbing himself with them.
"You have great toes too," he lifts them up, "not pitiful at all." I know he's trying to make me feel better, but I never felt down.
"Oh I'd beg to differ," I weasel them out of his hold and plant them on the floor away from his reaching hands. "If anything's pitiful it's these bad boys."
I wrinkle my nose at them and then a brilliant idea hits me. "Why don't you paint them for me?" I'm sure my eyes are the size of two quarters right about now. I'd give anything to make him suffer through that.
He gives me a blank stare and kind of bugs out a little. It's hilarious. He's even more shaky than before. "Bella. You know I wouldn't even go near Tanya's shoes. Let alone your toes."
"Hey! My toes are way better than Tanya and her cankles. You just called them great! You should want to give your toes to touch these babies." I lift them in front of his face to show him just how fuck-awesome they are and he pulls them. I'm sitting on his lap and they're dangling over the couch.
I don't have much experience with flirty Edward. Neither of us is drunk and this weird feeling has risen in the pit of my stomach. I feel nervous and shy and look down at my lap.
He lifts up my chin and says "Maybe I'll paint them brown. I love that color."
My head whips back up so fast you would think he'd offended my toes again.
"Oh hell no. Flipflop season is coming up and I'll be damned if I have to walk around with ugly chocolate brown toes." The old Edward-leering ladies at the park would collapse in laughter. I don't think I'd help them up.
"There's nothing ugly about brown."
"You know what's also brown?" I raise my eyebrows and my stomach growls, "A cheeseburger from Jimmy's."
He throws his head back and laughs at me. His eyes crinkle at the force of it and I smile.
"Let's go to Jimmy's Bella." I think I won this night.
A/N: Do any of you have chocolate brown toes right now? Lol This might be a little shorter than the last chapter because I'm too excited to write the next. I'm having fun with this story. What do you think?