Chapter 8

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The next morning I'd woken up still feeling slightly swooned from the previous night. There was indeed another text from Edward. The practicality of it all—Edward texting me good morning, calling me beautiful, keeping up with me like we were something more than what we were. It was sweet. Dangerous, but sweet.

Then I had gotten another message as I was brushing my teeth. Finishing it up and checking my phone. I smiled.

E: Wanna be my date Thursday night?

I stared at the message for a second before typing back.

Me: What's the scoop?

Couple minutes later I received another text.

E: Some gala. I'd have way more fun with your presence.

I chewed my lip. This was how it always started, wasn't it? The slow blur between friendship and something else.

Me: Think that's a good idea?

I tossed my phone onto the bed and headed for the shower, letting the warm water clear my head. By the time I came back, a new message was waiting for me.

E: ?

I exhaled, running a towel through my hair before picking up my phone again.

Me: We're friends right now, remember?

A pause.

E: Oh.

E: Friends go to events together…

I smirked. Clever.

Me: Maybe I'll join on the next one.

It did not take long for him to respond.

E: If given the chance to get a real date, would you let me take you out a second time?

I hesitated, tapping my fingers against the phone. If I were being honest with myself, I liked the attention. Liked the way he made me feel—like I was something rare, something worth chasing. But admitting that, even just to myself, felt like setting a fire I wasn't ready to put out.

Me: We'll see. For now, just friends.

I tossed my phone onto the bed before heading to my closet, pulling out the fans. Summer was creeping in, and the heat was already starting to settle in the house.

The sudden, erratic buzzing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. For a split second, I thought it might be Edward calling, pushing the conversation further.

But it wasn't.

It was Damien.

I answered quickly, barely getting a hello in before he launched into whatever excitement he had brewing.

"Girl, I went to Club Gemini in downtown Florence last night," he started, his voice dripping with energy, like he had a story burning a hole in his tongue.

"Uh-huh," I hummed, barely paying attention as I rummaged through my bag.

"Guess who I saw up in there? With a new sugar daddy," he squealed.

I stopped, looking up. "Who?"

"Sage, girl," he said, drawing out her name like it physically pained him to say it.

I burst into laughter. "No way."

"Yes way! And let me tell you, that girl could not stop running her mouth," he huffed. "Had me trapped in the corner talking about you. All up in my ear, like, 'I just don't get it, why would he pick her?' And I'm standing there like, girl, can you blame him?"

I cackled. "Oh, I know that sent her spiraling."

"You know it did! She got real quiet after that," he said, if I closed my eyes I could almost see him flipping his imaginary hair. "Like, babe, maybe if you spent less time hating and more time moisturizing, you'd be getting whisked away too."

I shook my head, still laughing. "God, I almost wish I was there to see that."

"Trust me, you didn't miss much. Her new man looked like he was one bad cough away from the grave, but hey—get it how you live," Damien said with a dramatic sigh. "Anyway, I just had to tell you because whew, the delusion was strong with that one."

"Yeah, well, let her stay pressed. She ain't even a thought in my mind."

"Period," he said, I could hear him snapping his fingers.

My phone buzzed again. I glanced at the screen—Edward.

E: What are you doing today?

Damien must've heard the shift in my attention because he hummed knowingly. "So, any word from your Casanova?"

I laughed. "Yeah, actually."

He let out a dramatic squeal. "See? I told you!"

Rolling my eyes, I typed back a quick response.

Me: Coffee.

My phone buzzed again almost instantly, but before I could check, Damien launched into a pitch about how we needed to grab drinks one night.

"You could always stop by the bar on the weekends," I offered.

"Ah, I've got plans this weekend, but eventually, I'll take you up on that. We should go when you're not on shift, though. That way, we can actually have some fun, Leah," he pressed.

I smiled, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder as I fixed my hair in the mirror. "Yeah, sure. We'll plan for that."

"Alright, girl, I'll let you go. I know you busy," he said, his voice dripping with implication.

I scoffed with a grin. "Goodbye, Damien."

We hung up, and I finally checked Edward's message.

E: Can I join?

I bit my lip, shaking my head. He was relentless.

Me: You don't give up, do you?

I left my phone alone after that, not bothering to check if he responded.

Instead, I focused on getting dressed, slipping into a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. Comfort over everything. Seth was still fast asleep in his room, his steady breathing a reminder that I had some time before he'd stir. I'd make sure to bring him back some breakfast. Seth was doing great lately—no fuck-ups, no close calls. That alone was enough to put my mind at ease, at least for now.

I also wondered if Jacob would be coming around today. He and Seth usually made their own plans, sending each other quick texts, but I hadn't checked my phone for any updates. I'd leave it up to them.

Grabbing my keys, I headed out, before climbing into my truck appreciating the smell of petricore caused by the rain the previous night, and setting off for the coffee shop in town.

The parking lot was already busy, the morning crowd in full force. I pulled into a spot and let my engine idle for a second, reaching into the center console to fill up a bowl. The peaceful ritual of it, the way the smoke curled and drifted in the air when I took the first hit—it gave me a moment to exhale everything else out.

I took one last, deep hit of that sweet Mary Jane, letting it linger before glancing to my right—only to freeze when a sleek white Lexus pulled into the spot beside me.

I inhaled sharply, immediately choking on the smoke. A violent cough tore out of me as I tried to sputter it away, the air inside my truck thick with it. I could barely see through the haze, but as it cleared, my vision landed on a pair of familiar, piercing green eyes peering at me through the passenger window.

I groaned. "Why?" I muttered, even though he couldn't hear me.

But of course, Edward only smiled.

I popped open my door, letting the lingering smoke spill out into the cool morning air. He moved at the same time, smoothly stepping out of his car and walking around the back, casually waiting for me to shut my door.

"Are you gonna keep popping up unexpectedly?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Too creepy?" he countered with a shrug, completely unfazed. "You told me you were getting coffee. There are only, what, three spots in this area? You work in this town. I figured you live nearby."

I squinted at him, unimpressed. "I might consider getting a stun gun."

His lips quirked up, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Wouldn't be the worst thing someone's pulled on me."

I shook my head, locking my truck as we walked toward the entrance. "I don't even want to know."

"Don't worry, I'll tell you over coffee," he teased, stepping ahead just enough to pull the door open for me.

I hesitated, glancing up at him. There was something smug about the way he did it—like he knew I wouldn't turn around and leave. With a sigh, I stepped inside. "You're ridiculous."

"You must enjoy it to some extent," he shot back smoothly, falling into step beside me.

Damn it. He wasn't wrong.

The familiar scent of espresso beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries from the glass display case. The place wasn't too crowded—just a few people scattered around, lost in their own worlds. A girl in the corner was typing away at her laptop, a couple sat near the window murmuring softly, and a regular flipped through a newspaper at the bar.

But as we walked up to the counter, eyes seemed to drift toward Edward.

He had this way of stealing the room without even trying. Just his presence commanded attention. The barista—a petite red head with a tight ponytail—perked up instantly, her eyes bright as she looked at him. She was practically leaning over the counter by the time he spoke his order aloud, hanging onto his every word like he was reading poetry instead of listing off a coffee and a pastry.

I folded my arms, waiting as she nodded a little too enthusiastically, fumbling slightly as she keyed in the order. When it was my turn, I ordered quickly, but before I could even reach for my wallet, Edward had already swiped his card.

I sighed. "Edward—"

He simply waved a dismissive hand, not even looking at me as he took the receipt. "Don't overthink it."

I pursed my lips but let it go, not wanting to make a scene.

Once we had our drinks, I settled into a seat across from him. In a quiet corner, setting my coffee down carefully.

"Thank you," I murmured, my fingers tracing absent circles around the cup's lid.

He exhaled, leaning back with that smirk playing on his lips. "No problem."

As much as I hated to admit it, there was something disarming about him—something that made it hard to stay annoyed for too long. Even if he was entirely too charming for his own good.

"So…" I began.

"So," he echoed, still smirking.

"Why am I so interesting to you?"

"Oh, you mean to the point where I'm willing to beg?"

I bit back a laugh. "Exactly."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. His gaze was steady, unreadable yet piercing in a way that made my stomach dip. I hated that. Hated how easily he got under my skin.

"Because, Leah," he said, his voice quieter now, more deliberate. "You act like you're hard to catch… but I think you just don't want to be."

A flicker of something shot through me—defensiveness, intrigue, maybe both. He wasn't wrong. The idea of being caught, of being wanted, was terrifying. And yet, here I was, sitting across from him, leaning into the tension instead of running from it.

"What if you're right?" I asked, my voice softer than I intended.

I felt overwhelmed under his gaze.

He took a sip of his coffee, the movement slow, deliberate. His knuckle brushed against his lip as he set the cup down. "Leah, I've told you already, you're different. When you look at me, I feel warmth."

My stomach tightened. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, my heart hammering a little harder than it should. Alarms were ranging. This was the exact kind of thing I didn't need—feeling something for someone like him.

He was charming. Too charming. And I knew exactly how that kind of charm worked. It was effortless for men like him.

"Y'know, I don't get you," I admitted, forcing my voice to stay level. "Can't you just find another interesting, aristocratic, pretty dame... get your rocks off?" I pressed, trying to sound unaffected. "I also recall you saying you loved someone else?"

His lips pursed, his brows lifting slightly, like he saw straight through me. Like he knew I was baiting him and found it amusing.

"They're not you, though."

That shouldn't have sent a shiver down my spine, but it did. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away, to shake off the way his words settled over me like a heavy coat I wasn't sure I wanted to wear.

I needed to be careful. Because if I let myself like him—really like him—there'd be no coming back from it.

"See," he began, adjusting his posture, intertwining his fingers as he leaned onto the table. "I told you, the night I saw you, I had to know you."

I scoffed. "Well, now you know me. Must be disappointing."

His head tilted slightly, eyes dancing with something I couldn't place. "Ah, but you're wrong, Leah. I don't really know you. Yet."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want to know?"

He shrugged. "How's your morning going?"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Eh, had my stalker approach me today to ask me out."

His lips quirked. "We're friends," he corrected smoothly, pausing just long enough to let the word sink in. Then a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "Remember?"

I bit my lip, barely holding back a laugh. "Who are you?"

He chuckled, the sound deep and smooth, leaning back against his seat. "I'm a man."

I huffed, exasperated. "Wow. Insightful."

A moment passed, our eyes locked.

"This is really surprising me," I admitted, narrowing my eyes. "After the initial contract, I wasn't expecting all of this."

As soon as the words left my mouth, something shifted in his expression. His eyes lit up like I'd handed him something he'd been waiting for.

"That night," he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "Was like whiplash for me." He groaned lightly, running a hand through his hair before flashing me a smirk. "I fucking loved it."

Damn this man.

I could feel it then—that undeniable shift. Like he had me caught on the hook, and for the first time, I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to get away.

I took a slow sip of my coffee, pretending to be unaffected. "You still need a date for Thursday?"

He looked up, intrigue flickering in his gaze. He composed himself with that charm, shrugging, saying, "I don't know… if I got real desperate, I was just gonna bail."

I smirked, shaking my head.

"Would you like to join me?" he asked, his tone more serious now.

I gave him a small nod, and he leaned back, exhaling as if he'd just won something.

"It's an art gala," he said nonchalantly, stirring his coffee. "One of those ritzy events where people pretend to be fascinated by abstract paint splatters while bidding on pieces that'll probably end up in storage." He smirked. "Not really my thing, but Jasper wants me there, so…"

I raised an eyebrow. "And you were gonna ditch it?"

"Absolutely," he said without hesitation. "I was already thinking of an excuse, but now that you're coming with me? Guess I have a reason to show up."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "So, I'm your excuse now?"

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "More like my motivation."

I rolled my eyes, but the way he was looking at me made it impossible not to smile.

As we finished up, I got up to grab a donut and a blended iced coffee for Seth. Edward shot me a glance as he walked up beside me at the checkout counter.

"For you?" he asked, nodding toward the items in my hands.

"My brother," I corrected.

"Oh cool, how old is he?"

"Seventeen," I said softly, fishing for my wallet.

"Ah, fun age," he mused, leaning against the counter as we waited.

"Totally," I said dryly, already picturing Seth raiding the fridge at midnight and leaving dishes in the sink like they'd magically clean themselves.

I pulled out some cash, but before I could even react, Edward had already inserted his credit card into the machine. He nodded politely at the teller as the transaction processed, completely unfazed.

I shot him a side-eye before grabbing the items, and turning on my heel and heading toward the exit. I just didn't want him thinking he could buy me, like he thought he could on that boat.

Edward chuckled, following closely behind. "Must be fun, though. I was an only child."

I turned to him with a pointed look. "Is that why you're so weird?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe. No siblings to humble me, I guess."

"Yeah, that checks out," I joked.

Edward nudged my arm lightly as we walked toward the door. "You're saying you wouldn't trade him in for some peace and quiet?"

I smirked. "Not a chance."

"That's sweet," he murmured, glancing at me with something softer in his expression. Like he was seeing me in a new light. "I like that." He sped ahead of me, stopping at the door.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't get all sentimental on me now."

He grinned, holding the door open for me with an exaggerated flourish. "Too late."

We stepped outside, the air hitting me with a bit more force than I expected. Edward and I walked in step toward our cars, the parking lot almost empty now except for a few lingering vehicles. As we reached the cars, I felt his presence shift beside me—his smile still lingering from our banter inside.

I shifted my weight, glancing at him, unsure how to handle the quiet that had fallen between us. My mind buzzed with little thoughts, like how everything felt so easy with him. But then, a part of me wondered if he was just being polite, or if he was actually starting to see me as something more. I couldn't let myself dwell on that too long.

He slowed down, then turned to face me fully. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. "You smoke weed?"

I blinked, taken a bit off guard by the sudden question. "Also known as the devil's lettuce, you're damn right I do," I shot back, trying to keep it casual.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Good to know." His words were like a tease, but there was something else behind them, almost like he didn't mind it at all.

I bit my lip and raised an eyebrow, confused by his response, my curiosity bubbling up. "Good to know?" I echoed, unsure if I should take that as a compliment or a warning.

His grin widened as he leaned casually against his car, folding his arms. "Now there'll be other ways of tracking you down," he joked, his tone light but there was an edge of something else there, something that made my heart race a little.

"Oh, ha-ha, yeah, just follow the truck with smoke billowing out," I quipped, trying to make it sound like I wasn't as nervous about his reaction as I actually was.

Edward's smile only deepened, his eyes glinting with enjoyment. "It's not like I'd have trouble, just have to stand in the middle of this town and whiff test the air," he teased back, his voice laced with an unexpected confidence that made me laugh.

"Alright, so for this gala, or whatever—"

"Yes, you're coming with me," he answered smoothly, cutting me off with that easy confidence.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep the conversation light. "Yes, but, what should I wear?"

He stepped a little closer, his presence pulling me in, and I couldn't help but feel my breath catch. I was still clutching the items he'd purchased for my brother.

"Well...it's black tie, formal, but don't get all anxious about it," he said, his voice softening slightly, as if he could sense the sudden shift in the air between us. Then, he gave me a teasing glance, his lips curving into that playful grin. "You could wear a paper bag, and still look stunning."

The way he said it, with that knowing look in his eyes and that slow, deliberate movement, made everything feel heavier. His words sounded sexy, a kind of magnetism that drew me in. I swallowed, trying not to overthink it, but his steady gaze was pulling me in, making it hard to keep up the deflection.

I pushed his shoulder softly, trying to break the spell he'd cast with his words. "I'll pull something together," I said, laughing lightly, though it came out a little breathier than I intended.

Before I could make a move to my driver door, I felt the heat of his hand around my wrist.

"Can I get a hug, maybe?" His voice was quieter, softer now, almost a little vulnerable in a way that caught me off guard.

I sighed, trying to keep my composure, but I couldn't deny the flutter in my chest. There was something about his presence that made everything else feel like it faded away. I didn't have the will to resist. As he pulled me into his arms, his warmth enveloped me instantly, the faint scent of his cologne—musky and deep—mixed with the clean freshness of his soap. I held my brothers breakfast, still, careful not to make a mess.

His arms wrapped around me gently but firmly, his chest pressing against mine, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming me in a way I hadn't expected. I felt like I could almost breathe him in, the warmth of his body enveloping me.. His hand brushed softly along my back as he held me, and I fought against the shiver that ran through me, both from the tenderness of his touch and the electricity that sparked between us.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered, searching mine with an intensity that left me feeling exposed. His eyes—those vivid green eyes—held me captive, as if they were drinking me in, consuming every inch of me with unspoken desire. There was a tension in the air, thick with anticipation, as if he was waiting for something—maybe for me to say the words he wanted to hear, or maybe for some sign that I felt the same way.

I stayed silent for a moment, still caught in the pull of his presence, my heart racing as his gaze never wavered.

"Thank you for the coffee," I finally breathed, my voice softer than I intended.

A warm smile tugged at his pink lips, the kind that made his eyes glimmer with something deeper. "Anytime, and I mean that."

His hand reached up to gently graze my chin, his touch light but residing, sending a shot of warmth through me. He seemed to study me for a moment longer, before his lips parted again.

"See you on Thursday. Four thirtyish," he said, his voice carrying that same quiet certainty.

As he released me, I couldn't help but notice how his eyes still held mine, that green intensity never faltering, as if he were memorizing the very way I stood, the way I looked at him. It felt like every time our eyes met, he was undressing me—figuratively, but somehow, it still felt just as intimate. There was something undeniable in the way he drank me in, his gaze always seeking me out, even in moments when he should have looked away. It was as if he couldn't get enough.

If Thursday didn't hurry the fuck up.

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I'd gone out with Seth and Jacob to Kohl's the next afternoon, trying to find Seth some clothes for the summer since he was turning into a damn giant. Every time I turned around, it seemed like he'd stretched another inch. His jeans were all starting to look high at the ankles, his shirts a little too snug in the shoulders.

"You're like bamboo," I muttered as he pulled on a t-shirt in the fitting room, turning to check himself in the mirror.

Seth grinned, flexing his arms. "Think I might be getting some muscle, too."

Jacob, leaning against the fitting room doorway with his arms crossed, snorted. "Yeah, alright, Hulk. You still struggle opening pickle jars."

Seth flipped him off, making me laugh.

"Speaking of surprises," Jacob said, glancing over at me as Seth tugged on another pair of jeans. "Your boy actually got a B on one of his English papers."

I blinked. "Wait. What?"

Seth shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Yeah. Mrs. Taylor said I showed genuine interest."

Jacob grinned. "I'm telling you, he actually put effort into it."

"Damn right I did," Seth said. "Figured I should try, you know?"

Pride warmed my chest. I clapped him on the shoulder. "That's awesome, Seth. See what happens when you actually give a shit?"

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, trying to hide a smile as he grabbed another shirt to try on.

After about an hour of browsing, debating over which colors looked best on him, and Jacob teasing Seth about his "questionable" shoe choices, we finally checked out and loaded everything into my truck.

On the way back, Jacob tossed out an idea. "Let's grab lunch. My treat."

Seth immediately perked up. "Oh, hell yeah. I vote burgers."

I shook my head. "You guys go ahead. I think I'm gonna head home."

Jacob shot me a look. "You sure? You gotta eat too."

"I'll grab something later," I said. "Plus, I've got a couple things to take care of."

Jacob didn't press, just gave me a nod. "Alright. Your loss."

Seth groaned dramatically. "I was gonna share my fries with you."

I rolled my eyes, nudging his shoulder. "I appreciate the noble sacrifice."

Once we got home, the guys headed back out while I decided to use my free time to call Angela. It had been a little bit since we caught up.

The moment she answered, her voice was upbeat. "I feel like I haven't talked to you in a bit. How you doing?"

I sighed, sinking back into the couch. "It's been all good."

"That night you told me about that rich guy," she started, her tone shifting slightly, "we got such amazing tips that night."

"Yeah," I said, hesitating.

Angela launched into a tangent about my hours being cut and how she'd been stuck working with the new girl more often. Turns out, she wasn't as bad as Angela initially thought—she could actually tolerate her.

As she talked, I moved into the kitchen, my eyes sweeping over the mess Seth and Jacob had left behind earlier. I shook my head. Those two were going to be the death of me. I seriously needed to have a word with them about the state of this kitchen. If things kept up like this, I was going to annex the space entirely for myself.

Angela's voice softened. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, actually, things have been pretty decent lately," I admitted, surprisingly honest. "Ran into some sort of inheritance."

"Oh, shit. Really?"

"Mhm," I hummed as I rolled up a half-empty bag of cereal and stuffed it back into its box.

"Damn, I was wondering what was going on with you," she sighed. "I thought maybe it was Seth."

"Nah," I puffed out, shaking my head. "He's actually been great lately. Doing good in school. He might actually graduate."

"Now that is worth celebrating."

"Tell me about it," I said softly.

The hesitation gripped me as I clutched the edge of the counter. I wanted to tell her about Edward. I really did. But I knew the second I did, there'd be no coming back from it. If she knew everything, she'd be concerned. Probably even outraged. And I wasn't ready to deal with that.

But god, I wanted to. I was jittery, a nervous wreck, like I was about to go on my first real date with a guy who could be out of my league. Hell, I was a nobody. No money, no fancy background. It was all so surreal, like some kind of dream, and I was basically foaming at the mouth—not being able to shake the butterflies, or the anxiety that something would go horribly wrong. I wasn't sure I could handle it.

So, rather than the usual droning on about Seth's antics, his shitty friends who got him into trouble, or the mess surrounding our mother's death a couple of months back, I deflected.

Instead, I filled the space with small talk, telling her about a couple of artists I'd found on YouTube. I nudged her toward folk and ska tunes I'd been into lately, hoping she'd take the bait and shift the conversation. Anything to keep her from asking me how I was feeling again—because if she did, I wasn't sure I could keep it together. I felt like I might burst and spill everything.

Eventually, we got off the phone, Angela reminding me that we needed to get together soon—maybe with or without Jessica. "It's not that I don't like her," she admitted, "she just… annoys the hell out of me."

I chuckled. "You just hate that Jess and I get along."

She scoffed, but I could hear her smirking. "Maybe."

The rest of the evening passed quickly. Jacob dropped Seth off at home, his stomach full.

"Thanks for letting Jake come around," Seth said before heading towards the door to the stairs.

I smirked, shaking my head. "Yeah, yeah. Don't forget to clean up after yourselves, the fricken kitchen is suffering."

"I got it, Mom," he shot back sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he trudged upstairs.

"Whatever," I muttered, gathering up the mess he left behind anyway.

After wiping down the counters and flicking off the kitchen light, I wandered upstairs, almost passing Seth's room. Seth had already posted up in front of the TV, Call of Duty on the screen. I plopped onto his bed beside him, watching as he navigated through a match.

"You just gonna sit there and judge me, or what?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Nah, just enjoying watching you get your ass kicked."

He scoffed. "Yeah, okay."

It didn't take long before he put his headset on, signaling the end of our brief bonding moment. Within seconds, he was talking shit to his friends, calling out plays, cursing when things didn't go his way.

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off the bed. With a sigh, I made my way to my room, but instead of climbing into bed, I crawled out onto the roof outside my window. The cool night air greeted me as I settled into my usual spot, a blunt between my fingers.

The crescent moon hung low in the sky, casting a faint glow over the neighborhood. I took a slow inhale, letting the smoke curl in my lungs before exhaling toward the stars.

I wondered if there was an afterlife.

If my mom and dad were together somewhere beyond all this, watching over me.

I hoped they weren't disappointed in the things I'd chosen to do.

I wasn't sure if I could say the same for myself.

But at least, for now, I was still here.

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On Wednesday I'd gone in search to pick out a dress.

It was odd, not having Alice dress me for this little date. In tandem it felt easy now with the certain things I was able to do for myself lately, I could afford it.

He said a gala, so I went to the mall, searching for something elegant enough to blend in with the ritzy crowd. This wasn't my scene. The longer I looked, the more I felt like giving up on the whole experience.

Until I saw it.

A ruby-red silky dress.

I'd asked to try it on. The employee acted like she didnt hear me at first, but eventually she let me try it on.

The moment I slipped it on, I knew. The fabric hugged me in all the right places, the deep V-neckline adding just the right amount of daring, the delicate straps leading down to a completely open back. My ass looked perfect—no doubt about that. This was the one.

The sales attendant kept checking on me, which only grated my nerves. Maybe she thought I couldn't afford it, considering I'd strolled in wearing sweats, now eyeing a seven-hundred-dollar dress like I belonged here.

Joke's on her.

I paid cash without hesitation, a smirk tugging at my lips.

I couldn't wait to see Edward's face.

Once I'd gotten home with it I decided to give Jacob a call. Asking if he'd stick around tomorrow night with Seth.

He obliged, not without saying something dumb, "Wow, Clearwater, I might start charging."

I hung up, annoyed, he gets paid in food.

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The next morning, I shot out of bed like I was on fire.

Up early, I made a big breakfast for Seth—eggs, bacon, pancakes, the whole spread—before Jacob came to pick him up for school. I still loved this arrangement. It left so much more time for me, not having to constantly wonder where Seth was or if he was safe.

The smell of coffee filled the kitchen as I flipped the last pancake onto Seth's plate. He groggily trudged in, rubbing his eyes, but perked up as soon as he saw the food.

"Damn," he mumbled, grabbing a fork. "What's the occasion?"

"Just felt like it," I said, leaning against the counter with my coffee.

The front door swung open.

"We already have a religion, and we're not buying anything!" I shouted with a smirk. Knowing it was Jacob.

Seth, choked on a laugh.

"Clearwater, you guys need to lock your front door." Jacob's voice cut through the house, his boots thudding heavily against the floor.

"I'll remember that," I said, taking a sip of coffee.

Jacob came in, running a hand through his long hair, exhaling sharply. Kujo was trotting behind him.

"What's up?" I questioned noting his serious expression.

"Had the jack almost give out on me while I was under a car this morning, cause my intern was being a dumbass-"

He was going on a tangent for a few minutes, looking between Seth and I. Till his gazed fixed onto me, nodding in my direction.

"So whatchu got going on tonight?"

"Um, is that your business?" I retorted.

"You can't answer a question with another one," he stated.

"I just did," I shrugged.

His hands went to his hips, shifting his gaze to Seth, "What is it tonight dude?"

"Chinese?"

"I don't got Chinese food money, got like dollar menu bucks," Jacob snorted.

Seth finished up and grabbed his backpack. I was seeing all of them out the door with a quick, "Have a good day," before shutting it behind them.

With the house to myself, I let out a breath and ran my hands through my hair. My mind kept circling back to tonight. The gala. The one thing on my mind no matter how much I tried to push it aside.

I had a dress. I had everything I needed. But the thought of actually stepping into Edward's world—even for just one night—felt heavier than I expected.

I'd decided to shower, then soak in the bath for a little bit. While in said bath, I stroked my fingers all along my body. Envisioning Edward's hands were on me. Tasting and teasing me the way he had.

After that I ate the leftovers from what I made this morning. To clear my head, I decided to check on Quil. And, remembering what Seth wanted to eat tonight I had ordered some take out to surprise him with when he got home from school. I'd gotten a little extra for old Quil.

By the time I pulled up to his place, it was just before noon, and I had the Chinese takeout in the passenger seat. The moment I knocked, I heard feet scrambling toward the door.

Jr opened it, grinning. "Leah!"

"Hey," I said, ruffling his hair as I stepped inside. "Brought food."

Quil was already making his way over from the couch, his usual slow, deliberate movements showing his age. "You didn't have to do that," he said, though he didn't turn down the bag when I handed it to him.

I shrugged. "Figured you wouldn't say no."

Jr peeked into the bag, eyes lighting up at the containers. "Oh, fuck yeah, orange chicken!"

Quil shot him a look, and Jr immediately corrected, "Uh—thanks, Leah." He was never a big fan of profanity from his own kid.

I smirked, taking a seat. "How've you been?"

Quil exhaled, settling back into his chair. "Same as always. Tired." He looked me over with that sharp, but kind gaze of his.

"What you up to today?"

I looked down at my hands, biting my lips. Wondering if it'd be safe to say. But, fuck it. Seth and Jacob would know about the date in a few hours.

"I have a thing tonight."

Jr took the food bag to start setting up his plate in the kitchen. Leaving me with his dad.

"Oh yeah?" Quil asked. "Anything interesting?"

I shrugged. "Just a thing."

He hummed, not exactly disapproving but not enthusiastic either. "Jacob's been helping out a lot lately, huh?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he's been great. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without him lately."

Quil made a sound deep in his throat, something between understanding and amusement. "Mm."

I changed the subject then as Jr trudged in, chewing with his plate and fork held a couple inches from his face. I began talking about how things had been at home, how Seth was actually doing well in school for once. The conversation stayed light, and after a little while, I took my cue to leave.

As I drove home, the weight of the night ahead settled in again.

Seth had gotten home from school, his backpack hitting the floor with a thud before he grabbed a plate immediately when he saw the take out in the kitchen. Jacob had picked him up, as usual, mentioning he'd be back after closing up the shop. Seth was busy eating, praising me as he did for getting it.

I busied myself upstairs in the sanctity of my bedroom. Pulling out the dress from my closet. I had spritzed my favorite perfume on it before I'd gone to bed last night, so it smelled delightful.

I'd taken another quick shower, wanting to feel fresh before i slip that gown on.

By the time the sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow through my bedroom window, I stood in front of the mirror, putting the final touches on my makeup. The dress again fit like a dream. For a brief moment, I almost didn't recognize myself.

Kind of like the night of the masquerade.

But tonight, I wasn't just Leah Clearwater.

Tonight, I was the woman on Edward's arm.

He had asked for my address earlier through text, and I gave it willingly.

I took a slow breath, staring at my reflection. My hair was loose, cascading down my back in soft waves. I'd thought about styling it into an updo, but fancy hairstyles always gave me a pounding migraine, and I wasn't about to spend the night nursing a headache. My fingers brushed away a few stray curls framing my face, then trailed down to smooth the fabric of my dress. I was feeling stressed. Teetering on the edge of calling Edward to cancel.

Jacob coming back into the house pulled me back to reality. I could hear him in the kitchen, talking to Seth, asking where I was.

I rolled my eyes.

Here we go.

Stepping out into the hall, I descended the stairs, bunching up the fabric of my silky dress in my fist as to not trip over myself.

The second I passed the threshold into the dining area, right beside the kitchen where Seth and Jacob were finishing off their pudding. Jacob took up half the space in the tiny kitchen, his broad ass shoulders making the area look even smaller.

They both turned, they're mouths full of the pudding they were devouring.

Seth grinned, spoon halfway to his mouth. Jacob, however, looked like he was about to bark. His thick brows furrowed, jaw tightening as his eyes dragged over me with something that wasn't just disapproval.

Kujo pranced excitedly at my feet, whining slightly.

"You gotta go potty?" I asked him, my tone softer.

His ears perked up, tail wagging. I gave him a quick scratch before heading toward the sliding glass door in the family room, letting him out into the yard.

When I returned to the kitchen, Seth and Jacob had been mid-conversation, but the second they saw me, they both clammed up. I glared at them.

"What?"

Jacob let out a sharp breath, arms crossing. "You're gonna act like you don't know?"

Seth, mid-bite, raised an eyebrow. "Chill, dude. She looks nice."

Jacob shot him a glare before turning back to me. "Where are you going?"

I sighed. "On a date."

His face darkened instantly, and he muttered a curse under his breath, shaking his head. Ever since those words left my mouth, he wouldn't leave me alone. And honestly, it kind of got me over the anxiety induced jitters I'd had earlier.

I couldn't wait for Edward to pick me up.

The argument carried on as Seth finished up and disappeared into the family room, probably tired of the back-and-forth. I heard the sliding door open, then Kujo trotted back inside, his paws tapping against the floor as he rejoined us. Seth barely spared us a glance as he settled onto the couch in the front living room, the TV flicking on to some mindless show.

Meanwhile, Jacob's frustration boiled over.

"Fuck, Clearwater, are you serious?" he shouted, following me as I moved toward the counter.

His voice was thick with frustration, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. Kujo stuck close behind, tail wagging like this was all some fun game.

I spun on my heels, planting my hands on my hips as I faced him. "Jacob," I tried to coax, my tone warning him to drop it.

But he wasn't having it.

"No—is this why you've had me babysitting? So you can go off and score?"

"Christ, Jacob, alright already!" I snapped, my patience finally wearing thin. "I'm going on a date tonight, yes. Does that mean every single night you've been helping me out, I've been running off with some guy?"

He glared at me, jaw clenched, and for a second, I almost felt like he had something more to say. Kujo brushed against his leg, sensing the tension, but Jacob didn't budge.

"For fuck's sake," I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"I just want you to be honest with me."

"You're the one who didn't mind coming to hang out with Seth anyway," I shot back. "But now that you know I'm going on a date, you're upset?"

I studied his expression as I spoke, and suddenly, the wires in my brain connected.

"Are you?" I hesitated, testing the waters.

His head started shaking immediately—too fast.

"Hell no," he scoffed darkly, avoiding my eyes. "I just don't like being lied to."

A slow, amused grin spread across my face. "Are you, Jacob Black, jealous?" I asked, my voice dripping with dramatic intrigue.

His glare darkened, but I caught the twitch in his jaw, the way his ears burned red.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

Kujo barked like he was egging me on, and I laughed, stepping closer just to push Jacob's buttons. "You are jealous," I teased, poking his chest.

He swatted my hand away. "Hell no," he repeated, almost convincing—almost.

I looked damn good, I felt it.

"Whatever you say," I sang, turning back toward the counter.

"Fuck, I'd need bear spray to deal with you," he muttered. Then, louder, he added, "Hopefully the guy isn't a prick."

I smirked. "Guess we'll see."

Jacob just huffed, patting Kujo's mane. As I left him there, heading toward where Seth was resting I'd heard Jacob muttering something but didn't care enough to try to listen. Meanwhile, Seth was still on the couch in the front, barely paying attention, but I caught the slight smirk on his face as he watched the TV. I passed by to grab my purse off the coffee table.

Yeah, he heard everything.

I snatched my purse and exhaled as I glanced out the window.

Edward's sleek Lexus pulled up in front of the house, its headlights washing over the driveway. A thrill shot through me, and I couldn't help the small flutter in my chest.

"Damn, is that his?" Jacob asked, his voice coming from somewhere behind me.

"Of course it is," I replied lightly, turning to see him standing too close for comfort, smacking Jacob on the back extra hard as he had just entered my personal space.

"Fuckin' Bruce Wayne over here," Jacob scoffed.

"Hold Kujo, please," I said softly, my attention already half on the door, ready to greet Edward.

"You sure you want me to do it? I could accidentally let go and cause some lesions," Jacob teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck off, Black," I muttered quietly as I passed him, my irritation and amusement mixing in equal measure.

Jacob and Seth settled onto the couch, and as soon as Jacob took his seat, Kujo bounded up next to him, his tail wagging wildly. Jacob grabbed the dog's collar, waving me off as I made my way to the door.

I answered the door, absentmindedly touching my ears—only to realize I'd forgotten my earrings.

Edward's face lit up like Christmas the second he saw me. His gaze traveled slowly, starting at my bare feet and lingering for a moment before moving upward—over my dress, the curve of my waist, my chest, neck, lips—until his eyes met mine. I felt every inch of that look, like he was seeing right into me.

"You are sublime," he whispered, stepping up the stairs with a pleasure filled intensity that made me feel slightly lightheaded.

Heat crept up my neck as I glanced down at my feet, suddenly aware of how bare they were. "Thanks," I murmured, feeling a little self-conscious despite the compliment.

Edward reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek before tucking a stray curl behind my ear. His touch was soft, deliberate, and it sent a warm ripple through me.

"Come on in," I said quickly, waving him inside, eager to escape the vulnerability of his gaze that was slowly unraveling me.

I moved aside so he could step in. His hand moved to smooth his hair back.

The moment was cut short by a pointed grunt from across the room.

We both turned to find Jacob, still holding Kujo by the collar, his eyes narrowed, watching us with a look that was somewhere between disgust and annoyance. Seth was just tickled pink. His eyes glinting with amusement.

"What up?" Jacob tilted up his chin, as he looked between me and Edward.

"Hey," Edward greeted politely, flashing a smirk in my direction before glancing back at Jacob.

I cleared my throat. "This is my brother, Seth—" he shot his hand up, waving. "And this—" I gestured toward Jacob, deciding to mess with him, "—is our babysitter."

"Dammit, Clearwater, why do you have to say it like that?" Jacob groaned.

Edward's smirk faltered slightly as he glanced between us, his expression unreadable.

I sighed, relenting. "Fine. This is Jacob—local auto shop owner, mentor to my brother, and unofficial trouble prevention officer." I shot Seth a pointed look, and he sighed behind me.

"Yeah, yeah," Seth muttered under his breath.

"And that's Kujo, Jacob's dog," I said.

"Alright, well, just make sure she's back by, what, midnight?" Jacob quipped, his tone light but edged with something else. "And please, Clearwater, give us a call so we know he doesn't have you diced up in some alley, yeah?" He laughed, but it was hollow.

I frowned, feeling a hot flush rise in my chest. My fists clenched at my sides. If Seth and Edward weren't standing here, I might have had a few choice words for him.

Edward took a step forward, breaking the discord with a calm, "Well, Seth, Kujo, nice to meet you." He shot Jake a look and nodded, "Jacob." His gaze then flickered back to me, lingering on me for a brief second, as if trying to gauge something, before he offered a small smile.

I almost began walking out with no shoes on. I quickly ducked into the coat closet, pulling out the old black heels I'd worn to my mother's funeral. They weren't ideal, but they'd have to do. There was no way in hell I was leaving Edward in Jacob's presence for too long—not even for a second.

Grabbing Edward's arm, I stalked toward the door, eager to escape the thick tension hanging in the room.

"Don't get too wasted," Jacob quipped, his smile razor-sharp with sarcasm.

"Shut it, Black," I shot back, leveling him with a glare before yanking the door open. Then, remembering Seth, I leaned back in. "Love you."

"Love you, sis. Have fun," Seth said with an easy smile, looking genuinely happy for me. Probably because my excitement was bleeding through my every movement.

I caught Jacob—still with his hand on Kujo's brown hair—shooting Seth an annoyed glance before turning back to me, forcing a tight-lipped smile and a mock-friendly wave.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door.

"You're sweet with your brother," Edward commented, his fingers lacing through mine as we made our way down the front steps.

"Thanks. It hasn't always been that way," I admitted.

"So, you guys live here alone?" he asked, stepping ahead to open the passenger door for me.

I nodded, deciding honesty was easier. "Our mother passed away a couple of months ago. I'm what he's got." Before he could even ask, I kept going, the words tumbling out faster than I could stop them. "Dad died when I was sixteen."

Maybe it was my tone—too casual, too rehearsed—but Edward didn't react right away. He just stood there, hand still resting on the cars doorframe, his head tilting slightly as he studied me.

His lips parted as if searching for the right words, but instead of empty condolences, he exhaled quietly, offering a small, genuine smile.

"That's... a lot to carry," he said finally, his voice gentle but steady. "And yet, here you are. Strong, capable, taking care of things." He studied me for another moment before adding, "Seth's lucky to have you."

His fingers brushed against mine as he leaned in slightly. "You don't have to downplay it, Leah. That's heavy, and I respect the hell out of you for handling it."

Something in his tone made my breath hitch. I wasn't used to people looking at me like that—like they saw the weight I carried and weren't trying to fix it, just... acknowledging it.

Then, after a beat, his lips quirked into a lopsided grin. "You know, I was planning on making a great impression on you tonight, and here you are, completely outshining me."

Despite myself, I let out a small huff of laughter. "Was that the plan?"

"Of course." He shut the door gently behind me before rounding the car. When he slid into the driver's seat, he glanced over, his voice lower, almost teasing. "But I have to admit, I kind of like that you're full of surprises."

As the engine hummed to life, we buckled up, the nerves that had been bubbling up inside me slowly eased. His words, his smile, the way he looked at me—all the chaos of my life had been put on pause. I felt seen. Really seen.

And with that, the tension left my shoulders, and I leaned back in the seat, ready for whatever.

I was sure that if he kissed me tonight, I wouldn't be able to resist it. But, if this were a real date, and not the sex arrangement thing, then I was fully in control this time. My strength felt like it might waver though.

He looked good enough to eat, dressed to the nines in a pale blue collar dress shirt. The dark, shiny front buttons were undone, only a couple at the top.

Enough for me to catch a glimpse of his chest hair. His black slacks fitted perfectly, hugging his frame just right. The gleam of his Rolex caught the light under the streetlights, drawing my eyes to the way it accentuated his wrist, making me think of how it would feel to be close enough to trace those lines with my fingers. The way he was breathing, steady but deep, turned me on. The way he smelled, rich and intoxicating, had me second-guessing my self-control.

I needed to keep my composure, but damn, I wished he would—at least by the end of this.

Edward glanced at me from the corner of his eye as we turned onto the main street, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. "You know," he said, his voice low, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to distract me tonight."

I swallowed, fighting the heat rising in my chest, but his words only made the heat intensify. His eyes flicked to me again, and this time, they lingered, clearly appreciating what he saw.

"You look… stunning, Leah." His gaze dropped for just a second, and his voice dropped to a near whisper, "Can't wait to see if I can keep my hands off of you tonight."

A current shot through me, and for a brief moment, I forgot everything but the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

"Since we're taking this slow," he finished.

This date, whatever it was...I didn't want to start over thinking, then I'd remembered I had packed a little marijuana gummy in my clutch.

Best anxiety killer ever.

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