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4
It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room, I couldn't breathe. He hadn't taken his eyes off me, and everywhere his gaze touched, felt like it was on fire.
What was happening?
Rose tugged my arm to get my attention. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, feeling anything but fine. "Yeah. I just… I just need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
I started making my way through the throng of people before she had a chance to say anything else. I forced my way to the back of the club where the restrooms were, thankful that it was empty when I entered. After being in the low light of the club, the bright lights hurt my eyes. Leaning against the counter, I splashed some water on my face. "I was over heated, that's why it looked like he was looking at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. I'm just tipsy and horny, that's all it was."
My pep talk does nothing to call the fire that's running through my blood. Nor does it do anything to erase what his face looked like as he watched. Or the fact that I liked it. I liked it way more than I should. Edward was my best friend. I couldn't go there with him and have our friendship remain intact… right?
"Fuck!" I cover my face with my hands, taking some deep breaths as the door opens, the music from the club louder for a few moments. Feeling marginally better, I turned to leave, but instead of finding another woman standing in front of me, it's Edward.
He doesn't say anything, just starts to slowly stalk toward me.
My heart is pounding a drumbeat in my chest as I take a step back. "Edward." I say in a half-hearted warning that does nothing to stop his approach.
Before I know it, my back hits the wall, the tile cool against the skin that's exposed at the top of my dress, and he's still coming. I'm both terrified and thrilled by what's happening, my emotions sending me into a tailspin. He still hasn't said anything as he finally makes it to me, his arms coming up to either side of my head, caging me in against the wall. The heat from his body sinks into mine, spiking the arousal that was already flowing through my system.
"Bella." The way he said my name is like he's condemning and praising me at the same time.
I swallowed thickly, frozen in anticipation of what the hell he could possibly be doing.
He's breathing heavily, looking from my eyes to mouth, then back again. And, oh God… I want him to kiss me, close the distance between us and put me out of my misery already. Anything but this strained suspended moment that's threatening to burn me alive.
"Pick me." He finally said, looking deeply into my eyes. I could deny it all I wanted before, but there's no denying it now. The lust that's in his eyes right now is going to suffocate me with it's intensity.
"Wh…" I swallowed, taking a breath so I can speak. "What?"
"Pick me." He steps closer, his hips pinning mine against the wall, letting me feel how much he wants me.
I gulped.
"I want to be the one you pick." His eyes roamed my face, taking in my reaction. "Tell me you don't feel it and I'll walk away. But you'll have to say it, because otherwise I won't be able to."
I'd have to be dead not to feel how my body is reacting to his, how it wants him to put out the fire that's now raging through me. I don't know where this came from, its so fast that it's making my mind spin. He's got me started that I don't think I could stop if I wanted to.
"Tell me, Bella." He sounds like he's being tortured and needs me to put him out of his misery.
I released a shaking breath. "I feel it."
The words hang there like a prayer between us, both of us not breathing for a moment. Then, before I can blink, his lips are on mine.
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