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Chapter Three

"Well, well, well," Rose snickered as I walked into our apartment.

"What, what, what?" I asked, annoyed, making a beeline to the coffeemaker. I pulled out a mug for Edward, leaving it on the counter.

"Oh, I already have coffee." She held up her mug, taking in my appearance.

"It's for Edward. He's coming over to make eggs," I commented, opening the fridge and leaning over to find what I needed.

"Oh. So, where were you last night?" I pulled my head out of the fridge and watched her eyebrows raise as she sipped her coffee.

"Where do you think? I was at Edward's," I admitted, not sure what she was trying to get at. "We're out of milk."

"We're always out of milk." She shrugged. "What'd you guys do?"

"I don't know. Watched TV, drank too much. We didn't go out, if that's what you're asking." I narrowed my eyes, slamming the fridge shut. "Why?"

"No rebound sex?" she finally asked, casually sipping her coffee as I choke laughed.

"What? No. Edward wouldn't do that-"

"Edward wouldn't do what?" she interrupted. "Have sex with an attractive female?"

My laughter picked up. She didn't look convinced. "Um. I don't even...okay." I fumbled for something intelligent to say. "You're confusing in the mornings." It was the best I had.

"And you're an idiot...all the time. Go shower," she said, waving me off.

I filled my mug, rushing past her. "Let Edward in, will ya?"

"You let Edward in," she mumbled.

"I can't. I have to shower," I hissed, disappearing down the hall.

After a quick shower, I threw on some decent clothes, opting to let my hair air dry. A few coats of mascara later, I rushed into the kitchen, expecting to see a freshly shaven Edward and a plate of eggs. I called his cell, pouting when it went straight to voice mail.

Twenty minutes of waiting later, I was forced to grab Pop-tarts from the pantry, realizing Edward and eggs were not going to happen. I snatched my keys and purse from the counter and headed to work.

With the help of caffeine and sugar, the morning seemed to fly by. It was close to noon when Edward walked into the spa. His smile was wide and genuine, a sign that he'd consumed a well-balanced breakfast.

"Mr. Cullen, you're early for your bikini wax," I said loudly, causing some customers to sneak glances his way.

"You're an asshole," he whispered, laughing.

"Says the man who stood me up this morning." I sighed longingly. He looked confused before focusing on someone behind me, giving them a small wave. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Tanya.

"What'd you do for breakfast without me around?" he asked in a low voice.

"Oh, I made oatmeal and...other healthy things that taste and look like cardboard," I replied hesitantly.

He leaned forward with both elbows on the counter. "Come on."

"Pop-tarts," I shrieked. "I ate two Pop-tarts." He raised his eyebrows at my admittance. "And by 'two' I don't mean two pastries, I mean two of the pretty, shiny packages."

"So," he licked his lips, "you ate four Pop-tarts."

I did the math in my head. "Yes."

"Those things never constitute as breakfast, Bella." I pulled away as he reached across the counter, a knee-jerk reaction caused by all of his hair pulling. "You have crumbs," he said, chuckling, "On your face."

"Oh." I quickly wiped at my mouth. "I can see the judgement in your eyes and I don't appreciate it. Let's fast forward to the part where I make you feel guilty for withholding a nutritious breakfast from me."

Edward held back the snark, looking apologetic. "Hey, I came by but you were still in the shower. I told Rose to tell you I forgot I had a private lesson at nine. I had to leave."

"She failed to deliver the message. You know she isn't good for anything before noon," I snorted, furiously tapping my pen on the counter. "How many lessons do you have in this part of town?"

"Zero."

"That was a waste of gas," I said, tilting my head.

"No it wasn't," he replied, mocking my head tilt, holding my gaze. "Anyway, your incoherent texts earlier led me to believe you were consuming copious amounts of sugar. I figured I'd come save you and take you to lunch."

I gasped at his accusation. "Those texts were not incoherent."

"You asked me what I thought about trampolines."

"That's a legitimate question," I countered. "You have no idea how many people are not pro-trampoline."

"Let's go get some real food in you," he suggested, nodding towards the door. "I'd feel responsible if you acquired diabetes."

"Fine. I get off in five minutes."

"Really?" he asked, annoyingly smirking. "That's fast."

"That was a cheap joke. Not your best," I replied in disappointment. "I'll meet you out front in five."

"Okay." He drummed his fingers on the counter. "Think of where you want to go," he added, walking backward towards the door.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Thanks for reading.