BPOV
"I still don't know how exactly I broke my leg." I told Edward.
"Because you're clumsy," he joked.
"I can't deny that," I laughed.
I was getting out of the shower, and the next thing I could remember was I was on the floor! I managed to get out of the bathroom and get ready, but I definitely had to go see a doctor. I had made a few friends in the last few days, but I didn't think I was close to anyone, so I had asked Edward if he was free to take me to the hospital and take me back to my apartment.
I guess he could be really nice and sweet if he wanted!
"I can't believe how you're almost free during most of the weekends. I'd assume the opposite from the playboy like you," I said as we started eating after some time.
"Hold on a second..." he said, "What exactly do you mean by I'm a playboy? Care to explain why you decided to give me that title?"
Ummm... That's a good question! I never really thought about it. I mean, it felt like that!
"Ummm... I don't know," I said, "It always seemed like that to me. I mean, yeah... You were making out with Jessica on your birthday... and you don't even know her!"
"I thought that was Masen, not me!" He laughed.
"Shut up!" I said as I remembered my stupidity again.
"No, but that doesn't make me a playboy. She was throwing herself on me, and I was getting bored at the party, so I was like... Why not have some fun?" He laughed shamelessly.
Suddenly I realized his laughter did some unknown things to my heart at that moment.
I found my heartbeat rate getting crazy as I noticed how his eyes completely disappeared when he laughed from his heart. He looked so good when he laughed or smiled, or actually he always looked good!
I never really paid attention before this!
What the fuck was wrong with me?
He looked exactly like Masen... I had seen him laugh gazillion times in my whole life. Then what was so different tonight?
He took a sip off his coke and I noticed how long his neck was!
I took a sip and gulped slowly.
What was wrong with me?
Why was I objectifying him so much?
"But seriously, I'm not a playboy!" he laughed as he took a spoonful of pasta and licked his lips.
And me?
I licked my lips unconsciously in response!
What was fucking wrong with me?
Suddenly I noticed myself.
Why exactly was I wearing this worn out pair of t-shirt and shorts?
And why had I put my hair into this stupid, messy bun?
I should have put on something nice!
Well, why exactly?
What difference would that have made?
There was no way he was still going to find me attractive!
But why the hell did I want him to find me attractive?
What was fucking wrong with me?
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking puzzled.
No! I wanted to say.
Something was definitely wrong with me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled.