I had a few minutes, so here's a little more.
Eclipse…
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Once again his timing is incredible. She's only just laid down for the night when she hears her computer ping.
It's late, she's been up far too long baking and obsessing about the email she sent him. She remained logged in to her email all night just in case his response was quick. But for all the times she'd checked since sending that fateful message, no response came.
Until now.
Her bare feet brush against the carpet as she sits on the edge of her bed, giving herself a moment just to breathe.
Does she want to do this now? It's nearly two in the morning. What if it's bad news? What if she made a mistake and ruined everything? What if…
What if he does want more from her?
Far too anxious to even entertain the thought of sleep, she stands and makes her way to the desk. It only takes a second or two to bring the screen come to life, but she holds her breath as she squints against the sudden brightness. Once her eyes adjust, she moves her mouse over the minimized browser window in front of her and clicks.
One new message.
Before she can even open it, her cheeks flame and her heart pounds in her chest. Perhaps it's in remembered embarrassment at the content of her own email, perhaps it's something else. She only knows she feels a lot like a teenager again. Excited, scared, anxious, uncertain… silly.
It's as if the entire world revolves around the words she's about to read across the screen, which she promptly tells herself is ridiculous. But then, this is the danger where Edward is concerned.
He eclipses everything else when she allows it.
And right now, at two o'clock in the morning the night before she's supposed to host Thanksgiving dinner for a small group of friends and co-workers who have nowhere else to go, she's allowing it.
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