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At around five, I leave the club and drive toward Bella's office. Although she told me she won't be ready for another hour, I'd prefer to wait for her so she doesn't have to wait for me—especially with the return of her stalker.
I arrive with just over half an hour to spare and use the extra time to glance around the area, looking for anything unusual. Since her office is located downtown, the crowds make it difficult to spot any lurkers, but the main thing is I don't see Lauren.
Doubt starts to cloud my mind. I was so sure the stalker was Lauren, but there's not been any sign of her. Before, Lauren had no problem making it clear that she wanted me back—is it possible she's taken the hint and backed off? And if she has, who actually is Bella's stalker?
I might be overreacting and I might be overprotective, but I can't have anything happen to my Bella.
With each passing day she becomes a bigger part of my life. I've been so scared to let someone in, so focused at taking it slow, at not allowing myself to feel anything, that I almost missed what's right in front of me.
I have this amazing girlfriend who seems to be willing to wait for me. She knows I'm scared—I blurted that out—but she still doesn't know of what. Although, she sometimes has that look her eyes, a heat that tells me she knows and she may feel the same. She just doesn't want to be the first to admit it, and I know it's because she's scared of being rejected.
I need to rectify that.
Because I can't imagine anything better than Bella saying those three amazing words back to me.
My mind is made up—I just have to plan the perfect night.
My attention is brought to the present as Bella appears at the front entrance of her building. She's chatting with a brunette, who must be Angela. I watch as they interact, both giggling as they make their way to my car. I know Bella has been nervous about doing well at her job, finally having something she enjoys, and it makes me smile when I see how happy she is. And knowing she's working with Angela—who she seems to get along with really well—is even better.
As they approach, I get out of the car. They quickly say their goodbyes and Bella jogs over to me, launching herself into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and she kisses me softly, quickly slipping her warm tongue into my mouth. I turn, pressing Bella against the car, moaning as our tongues dance slowly together.
She smiles against my lips and pulls away. "Hi."
"Hi, yourself." God, she's beautiful—windswept hair, flushed cheeks, and lips—red and swollen from our kiss. Grabbing the front of my shirt, she pulls me to her again, groaning when our lips meet.
Need takes over, and I forget that we're in public.
I mould my body to hers, enjoying the feel of her against me. My hips nudge against her, and I know she can feel me hard against her stomach. One kiss. That's all it takes from Bella and I'm hard, panting for more.
We're brought out of our sexy little bubble by cars honking as they go past, cheering us on. Bella giggles, hiding her face against my shirt.
With one last kiss, I take her hand and walk her around to the passenger side. Opening the door, I wait for her to climb in and jog back around to the driver's side.
"Any preference for dinner?"
"How about pizza?" She smiles sweetly, taking my hand and holding it between us. I love that she feels the need to touch me all the time.
I have the same need.
"Pizza it is then." I pull away from the curb and make the short journey home.
"Ugh." I swallow the last bite of pizza, throwing the remains back into the box on the coffee table. I don't think I could eat another bite if I tried. I never notice my limit with pizza until it's too late.
"I have to say, Bells, that was a good attempt at the pizza."
I smile at Emmett, who's looking kind of impressed.
"Are you really done?" he questions, eyeing my pizza remains.
"Ugh, yeah. I'm stuffed."
"Can I?" He gestures to the box.
"Knock yourself out, Emmett." He wastes no time, grabbing my pizza box and almost inhaling one of the leftover slices.
"You can be so gross, you know that?" Rose looks at him, amusement and disgust written on her face.
I giggle and flop back on the sofa, leaning into Edward's side as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. Happily, I snuggle into his body, throwing my right leg over his, getting as close as I can while we still have company. He leans down, softly kissing my forehead, and I can't help but release a contented sigh.
"So have we decided on a movie?" I ask the group.
Normally, it's just the two of us, hiding out in the bedroom under the pretence of watching a movie. With the film playing in the background, we usually make out and have sex before passing out happily sated in each other's arms.
Tonight, Rose and Emmett overheard us discussing the movie and decided to join us. Not that I mind—I love spending time with them.
"How about a classic?" Rose holds up Jaws.
I nod in agreement. I love that movie and it never gets old. The boys agree as well, so Rose puts the DVD into the player. Once the opening credits begin, she turns the living room lights off and takes her place next to Emmett.
"Now no funny business, you two." Emmett points his finger between me and Edward.
"Would we?" Edward murmurs, nuzzling against my neck.
Instinctively, I tilt my head up and capture his lips with mine. And just like that, the world slips away. We become locked in our own little bubble again. His hands come up, framing my face, as he kisses me passionately, causing shivers to run down to my toes. His lips are soft against mine, familiar, and I can't help whimpering as he takes my top lip, tugging softly between his teeth.
I twist my body, ready to straddle him, when our bubble is burst.
"And that's exactly what I'm talking about!" Rose all but shrieks, killing our moment.
I turn to see Rose and Emmett staring at us, slack-jawed. Mortified that I forgot they were there, I hide my face in Edward's shirt, as he laughs at my embarrassment.
"Sorry, we're watching now. I promise." He turns me in his arms, my back against his chest, and I settle between his legs to watch the film. I wiggle about trying to get comfortable, biting back a moan as I feel Edward, long and hard against my back.
"Later," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck.
Two hours later, the shark is toast, the end credits are rolling, yet I've missed the whole film. I'm a trembling mess, having slowly been seduced by my boyfriend. Soft, innocent touches, kisses, tender and light against my neck, my shoulder—any skin available to him. And just when I think the sweet torture is over, he grinds his hips against my back, reminding me how hard and needy he is for me.
"Time for bed?" he whispers, his teeth nipping at my ear as I fight a whimper.
I can only nod.
Standing quickly, I grab the dirty dishes and help the others tidy the mess in the living room. As I load up the dishwasher, Edward grabs Jake's leash, taking him for a quick walk before we all turn in for the night.
I say goodnight to Rose and Emmett, making my way to our bedroom. Slipping out of my clothes, I change into a new lingerie set—one Edward hasn't seen yet.
I brush through my hair and assess my look in the mirror—not bad. Putting the brush down, I turn, leaning seductively against the dresser, and wait for him to arrive.
It feels like it takes forever. I can hear him moving about, putting some water in Jake's dish and fumbling about the apartment, making sure everything is locked.
Eventually, I hear his footsteps as he approaches our bedroom.
Why is he walking so slowly?
How is he not overcome with need like I am?
My body is buzzing, tingling, with each step he takes.
He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me, his hungry eyes roaming my body. With a smirk, he enters our room, kicking the door closed behind him.
He locks the door and leans against it. "Something you're after, baby?"
I push off the dresser, prowling towards him. "I think you know there is."
He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
I stop, our bodies so close, but not quite touching. The need to feel him is almost overpowering—my whole body is almost vibrating, longing to touch him—to have him touch me.
"You've teased me all night. So yeah, I'd say you know what I want." My hands find the bottom of his shirt, and slowly pull it up his chest. Edward takes over and pulls it the rest of the way off.
I can't help but admire the view in front of me. The sculpted body, not too much muscle, but toned enough to entice. My fingers run over the planes of his chest, the muscles twitching underneath them.
"Bella," he whispers as I grab his hips, dropping to my knees in front of him. Even through his pants, I can see the prominent bulge waiting for attention. He hisses through his teeth as I palm him through the fabric.
Unable to resist any longer, my hands find his belt buckle. I pull on his jeans and boxers, a whimper falling from my lips, as his erection springs free in front of my face.
As his clothes drop down his legs, he shakes his feet free, kicking his pants across the bedroom floor.
I wrap my fingers around the base of his throbbing cock, slowly pumping it, listening as his breathing quickens. A small amount of pre-cum has gathered at the tip, giving away his excitement. Leaning closer, I flick my tongue out, licking at the moisture. Edward grunts in response, instinctively thrusting his hips.
I have to taste him.
Looking up, I see Edward's gaze focused solely on me, the hunger evident in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I grab him more firmly and suck him deeper into my mouth.
I slowly work up and down his cock—licking, sucking, teasing him. My hands cover what I can't with my mouth and I slowly lead him to orgasm.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, Edward brings them to the back of my head, wrapping my hair around his fingers.
I look back up at him, as he watches his cock sliding past my lips. The look of intense pleasure on his face makes me hum in pleasure, sending vibrations down his cock.
I increase my pace—Edward's grip in my hair tightens, and his thrusts become erratic.
I continue to watch as this beautiful man comes undone above me.
Knowing he's close, my hands find his balls, softly tugging on them.
"Fuuuuuck…" With one last thrust, he stills above me, cumming down my throat in long spurts. I can't tear my eyes away from him as he succumbs to his orgasm.
My name falls from his lips as I continue to suck and lick him, swallowing everything he gives, before I feel his cock soften.
Edward offers me his hand and helps me to my feet. Pulling me to him, his lips find mine as he kisses me soundly. "That was amazing, Bella." His tongue enters my mouth, stroking mine softly. His hands wander, covering any skin they can reach as he continues to kiss me passionately.
Without warning, he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me the short distance to our bed. Gently, he lowers me and covers my body with his.
He holds his weight on his elbows, which are at each side of my head. I appreciate his thought of not having all his weight on mine, but at this moment there's nothing I want more. My hands wrap around his shoulders, playing with the soft hair at his neck.
I try to pull him down to me, eager for more. Just before our lips touch, he stops.
He pushes the hair back from my face, his fingers softly stroking my cheeks. His eyes are full of something…dare I think it…dare I hope? It's such an intimate gesture—it almost brings tears to my eyes.
"Bella…I…" He stops, as if unsure what to say. He remains silent for a few seconds longer, before crashing his soft lips to mine.
His lips are relentless before he slides down my body, leaving a trail of hot kisses. I squirm beneath him as he takes his time worshipping my body. His fingers ghost up my side to my breasts, where he meets the barrier of my bra. Instead of removing the offending item, he merely pulls the cups down before taking my nipples in his mouth.
My back arches in pleasure as he kisses, nips and sucks at my peaks, showing each one the same attention.
He continues to wander down my body. Reaching my panties, he places a soft kiss above the waistline before pulling them down my legs. Once removed and out of sight, he settles between my legs, his hungry eyes now focused on my wet center.
I can't help but whimper when Edward's fingers reach between my legs, stroking the length of my slick pussy. When he begins to rub my clit, my hips buck off the bed.
I need more. I know I can come on his fingers, but I need him, all of him. I grab his shoulders, pulling him up my body. "Need you…now…" I whisper.
He reaches into the nightstand for protection. In a flurry of movement, he tears the package off, sheathing his hard shaft before returning to me.
He pumps his cock several times before lining it up at my entrance. I lift my hips, encouraging him to move forward.
"Beautiful," he groans as he slowly enters me, his body falling forward, flush with mine.
My fingers claw at his back, my legs wrapping around his waist as I draw him closer to me. I need this closeness.
Our hips move together, slow but purposeful. Eager to help each other find pleasure. Our lips meet again, both of us pouring our emotion into our kisses.
Edward picks up the pace as his lips move down, softly nipping at my neck.
"More…please…more…" I plead breathlessly. My body is wound so tight. Edward has teased me all night—I have to have more. My body is craving him.
He kisses me once more before leaning back, resting on his knees. We join together again, as he grabs my hips, lifting them and pulling me to him.
Edward's thrusts become faster as he tries to push me towards my orgasm, and I meet every movement eagerly.
His grip on my hips tighten as he begins thrusting deeply, pushing in as far as he can go. I love it. It's like he can't get close enough to me.
I'm so close, but at the same time, I never want this to end. This connection I have with him, it's so intense. The all-consuming looks we share, the way his eyes roam over my body, and mine his. Everything else just disappears—here it's just me and Edward.
"Baby, I'm so close." He grits out through his teeth, "Please, touch yourself."
I'm already teetering on the edge. The added stimulation is sure to push me over. I look up at my boyfriend, his head thrown back in pleasure, his jaw locked as he tries to let me cum first.
My eyes roll back in my head as my fingers find my sensitive flesh. The tightening begins in the pit of my stomach, my body beginning to tremble.
Edward releases his hold on my hips with one of his hands, his finger joining mine on my swollen clit. That's all it takes.
My body begins to shudder, the tightening in my stomach spreading throughout my body, reaching my toes. "Oh…ugh...Edward."
It only takes two more thrusts for Edward to fall after me, shouting my name in ecstasy. His hold on my body loosens as he falls forward, and I welcome him to my embrace.
Our bodies are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both of our hearts pounding. Edward nuzzles into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. My legs remain wrapped around him, refusing to relinquish their hold for now.
He doesn't seem to want to move anyway.
"Shit, shit, shit! I can't believe we forgot to set the alarm! I cannot be late today!"
I watch in amusement as my girlfriend rushes around the bedroom, getting dressed for work. I swear I've never seen her move so fast. At the moment she's panicked, dressed only in a shirt and panties, cussing as she searches for a pair of pants.
"Why aren't you out of bed yet? You need to drive me." Bella picks up my jeans from the bedroom floor and throws them at me.
The covers are yanked off me, leaving me in all my naked glory. The smirk falls from my face when I'm met with her steely glare.
I hold my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm up."
"You have ten minutes or I'm driving myself." She throws the duvet back on the bed before storming out of the bedroom.
I roll my eyes at her dramatics and pull on some clothes before following her out of the bedroom.
I grab my keys from the hallway table. "Bella?"
"Coming!" She leans against the kitchen door, putting on her shoe. "Okay, let's go."
Luckily, or so I think anyway, we only catch the tail-end of the traffic and manage to get to her office in decent time.
"Do you mind taking Jake for a walk today?"
"No, that's fine. Want me to wait until you're home so we can go together?" I ask, holding her hand in mine over the console.
"Umm...better not. I have no idea how my day is going to go. I may be late, or I may still have to bring some work home with me." She glances over at me. "Is that okay?"
"Of course." I chuckle. "Just an idea, that's all."
We pull up to the curb, and I manage to steal a quick kiss before she's off and running up the stairs to her building.
I laugh at her eagerness before heading back home. I have at least eight hours to kill before I have to pick her up, and absolutely no plans.
Before we launched the club, Emmett and I decided the club should be closed one day a week. After looking into launching nights on Sunday and Wednesday, Tuesday seemed to be the best idea. So, today there is no paperwork, no bar stock, and no promo work.
To say I'm a bit unsure of what to do with my time is an understatement. The last few months have been nothing but nonstop and hectic—it's been so long since I literally just chilled out.
After dropping Bella off, I drive back home and climb straight in the shower. The apartment is silent, which means Rosalie is at work and Emmett is still sound asleep in his bed. Part of me feels like going back to bed, but I don't want to get into that routine of sleeping too late and wasting my day.
After my shower, the apartment is still silent, so I assume Emmett is still sleeping.
I need to get out, so I grab Jake's leash and put him in the car. Instead of taking him on his usual walk around the block, I head downtown to a nearby park—somewhere I can let him off the leash and have a decent run. Bella's trained Jake well—he will run off and do his own thing, but stays close enough for me to see him.
I keep my eye on Jake, but my thoughts are elsewhere, namely with a stunning brunette on the other side of town. Of course, my thoughts are rarely anywhere else these days.
Each day, my feelings for her get stronger. Thoughts of my time with Lauren fall further and further from my mind. My relationship with her used to consume my whole life. I couldn't move on, simply because I was scared of being in that position again. But being with Bella is showing me how I can put myself out there again. Slowly but surely, I'm learning to love again.
Soon, I'll be able to tell her.
Jake brings me out of my thoughts, circling my feet with a huge stick in his mouth. Chuckling, I give in and play fetch with him for a little while. When I notice he seems a bit tired, I put his leash back on and we head back to the car.
Instead of going home, I decide to make a small detour to my parents', knowing my mom will be home and happy for the company.
After a quick drive we reach my parents' home, situated on the outskirts of the city. The house is much larger than they need now that both Emmett and I have moved out, but they can't bear to part with it. It's been in the Cullen family since my dad's grandfather bought it.
As I pull up the front of the house, my mom opens the front door, a bright smile on her face.
"Edward, this is unexpected!" She's drying her hands on a towel, an apron tied perfectly around her waist.
She waits at the door as I let Jake out of the car. I put his leash on, knowing how excited he can get when meeting new people.
As we approach, he starts pulling, his tail wagging in excitement. Instead of being put off, Mom just crouches to his level, letting him bound into her arms. "And who's this?"
"Bella's dog, Jake. We've just been for a walk, and on our way home I thought we'd stop and say hi. We aren't interrupting anything are we?" I hug Mom and she opens the door wider, gesturing for us to go in.
"Of course not, son, I was just stopping for lunch. Have you eaten?"
"No, lunch would be great, thanks." She pulls out a plate for me and begins making my lunch. I pour some water into a bowl for Jake and set it outside.
"Here you go, dear." She hands me my plate and we take our seats at the kitchen table. "I hope a club sandwich is okay. If I'd known you were coming I would have made something for us."
"A sandwich is fine, Mom."
"So how are things at the club?"
"Good. We're really happy with how the Jazz Night went so I think we're going to try to make it a regular thing. And Emmett's wants to try a mid-week thing—maybe an open-mic night or karaoke or something." I can't help but smile as I talk about my work. I may complain about it, but I honestly can't think of anything else I would rather do.
"That sounds fabulous, dear." My mom smiles at me, her happiness shining in her eyes. "I must say, your father and I had a great time at the jazz night. You definitely have something there."
"And how's Bella doing? You both looked really happy on Sunday night."
I know that tone. My mother is after something—she's used that tone on us since we were kids. I meet her eyes. Her innocent expression hides nothing.
Two can play at this game.
"Bella's fine, Mother. She's doing really well at work." I smile, looking back down at my empty plate.
"Oh…well that's great, dear." She picks silently at her sandwich. "And everything is okay between the two of you?"
"Yes, it's great." I hold in a laugh as she huffs.
She stands, clearing both our plates, rinsing them, and putting them in the dishwasher. She turns, leaning back against the kitchen counter, arms folded. "Okay, since you're not going to give me anything, Son, do I need to be taking out your grandmothers' engagement ring?"
I'm pretty sure my jaw just hit the table.
At my silence my mother continues. "I've seen the way you look at her, dear. And she's exactly the same. You're like magnets, drawn to each other. When she moves, you move, without even noticing."
Great, my own mother is more aware of my feelings than I am. "We've only been together six months, Mom. It's still new. We're not in any hurry."
Her face softens as she returns to her seat at the kitchen table. "I know Lauren hurt you, but you need to realize Bella isn't like her. That was clear the first time I met her."
I smile at her. "I know. I'm starting to realize that, and I'm trying to let her in a bit more."
This is why I came today. Mom can see the truth—she always cuts through the bullshit. I needed that. The fact that she offered me my grandmother's ring speaks volumes. When I raised the possibility of giving it to Lauren, I was shot down before the words even left my mouth.
"Not that I'm in any way ready to get married, but how is Gramma's ring suddenly available?"
"Oh, please." She rolls her eyes at me. "We both know she'd be turning in her grave if I let someone like Lauren have her ring."
I can't argue with that.
"Doesn't Emmett want it?" As the firstborn, Gramma's ring should be given to him.
"He doesn't want it, dear. He doesn't think Rosalie wants a ring like that."
"You've asked him?"
Her smile is wistful. "He's already talking about marrying her. Not soon, but she's it for him." She turns to face me. "You don't know how long your father and I have waited for this. To see you both so happy, owning your own business and doing something you enjoy, and now to have found such wonderful girls. It's what every parent wants for their children."
"I know, Mom, and it's mostly thanks to you and Dad. You supported us in what we wanted, instead of forcing us into medicine." I look at my watch, startled by the time. Leaning in, I kiss her cheek. "Thanks for lunch, but I've got to get going."
She nods. "Anytime, you know that."
I collect Jake from the backyard where he's lying in a patch of sun, and make my way to the car. "You and Bella should come for dinner soon."
"I'll talk to her—we'll figure something out soon."
Mom nods, blowing me a kiss before I step into the car. She waits until I'm out of sight before going back into the house.
I've still not heard from Bella, so I drive back to the apartment. Mom's given me a lot to think about, once again. Her acceptance of Bella is a clear sign that I need to focus on my relationship, and to forget Lauren.
Arriving home, I hear Emmett before I see him. I follow the grunting and shouting, finding him in the living room dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt, playing the Wii.
"Where've you been?" Emmett asks, eyes still focused on the screen.
"Took Jake for a walk and then went to see Mom, since you were still in bed." I take a seat next to him as he hands me a controller.
"It's our only day off—of course I'm going to sleep late."
"When did you get up?"
He looks at his watch. "About twenty minutes ago."
"God, Emmett! It's almost four in the afternoon!"
"I know." He grins. "So why were you up so early?"
"I had to drive Bella to work."
"Oh yeah? Still think you need to do that?"
I shrug. "Yeah, I still have this feeling, you know? And Bella doesn't feel totally comfortable yet, anyway."
"Still no sign of Lauren?"
"Nope, not at the club or at Bella's work."
"Are you still sure it's definitely her?" he asks me quietly.
"Of course, you saw what she's like! She wouldn't leave us alone."
"I know, I know. It's just, ever since the lunch and the mention of her new boyfriend, there's been no sign of her." He stops the video game and turns to look at me. "What if she's really got a new rich boyfriend? She'd have no need for you anymore."
"But everything points at her, Em." I try to insist, but his words hit home. Could we really be blaming Lauren for something that has nothing to do with her? Could her return to my life just be pure coincidence?
"I know it does. But I think you guys need to look at the possibility that it might not be her. You could be missing something right in front of you because you're so focused on Lauren." He leans back on the sofa as I take in what he's just said to me.
"You ready?" He gestures to the game.
"Yeah." I play, but I'm not focused. Is it possible that we've been blindsided by our mutual hate for Lauren?
But if it's not her, then who is Bella's stalker?
"Hi." Bella gets in the passenger side, leans over the console, and kisses me soundly.
"Hey, yourself." I smile at her. "How was work?" I check to see that nothing is behind me and pull out of the street.
"Ugh." She dramatically falls back in her seat, eyes closed. "So busy, I feel like I haven't stopped all day. The column is going to be awesome, though."
She proceeds to tell me about her day—talking animatedly about the work she's been assigned. Apparently, the team is really happy with her work, so they've asked her to finish the column and send it on to Alec. Normally Angela, the most senior partner, finishes up and does the last read-through, so Bella's feeling proud.
She explains that the girls talked a lot today, and Angela admitted she took on too much when she started working with Victoria. Eager to avoid the same happening again, Angela's enthusiastic to work equally with Bella, offering support and advice when it's needed.
"That's wonderful, baby! It's a great chance for you to show them what you can do." I'm so proud of her.
She grins at me, almost vibrating with happiness in her seat.
"So how was your day?"
"Lazy, but good." I pull up to the apartment. "I took Jake out for a long walk before going to see my mom."
"Your mom, huh?"
"Yeah. It's been a while and I don't get to see her enough." I shrug—she knows I'm a momma's boy.
I take Bella's bag from her and we make our way into the apartment.
"You want me to cook dinner so you can get back to work?"
She looks at me, torn.
I know exactly what she's thinking. "Don't worry, it won't be anything fancy. I'm sure even I can manage a pasta dish."
"Hmm…I'll chance it. Thank you, babe." A soft kiss and she's off to the bedroom to get changed.
She returns minutes later, dressed in her favorite pair of sweats and one of my white t-shirts. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, with a few tendrils falling from it. She grins at me as she enters the kitchen, her face now makeup-free.
We work around each other in the kitchen. She opens her laptop on the kitchen table, while I attempt to make dinner. I manage with most of it, but Bella does have to intervene a few times.
We eat dinner and catch up on each other's day. Bella says she's sorry she missed a visit to my parent's, but I tell her that Mom invited us for dinner when we have the time—minus the ex-girlfriend this time. Once finished, Bella goes straight back to her work, eager to get her column emailed to her boss. As she works, I tidy up, finding a computer game in the living room to entertain me until she finishes.
The clock on the kitchen wall tells me it's almost midnight. Too late to be working, but I need to get used to these deadlines if I want to keep my job at the paper. Which I do.
We got so much done at the office today—more than Angela and Victoria thought we would—and Angela was sure I could finish this tonight and email it to Alec.
I bring my focus back to the screen in front of me. The deadline isn't until tomorrow afternoon, so I know I can work on it in the morning, but I'm desperate to have it finished tonight. I want to show my team what I'm capable of, to let them know they can count on me.
"Baby, you nearly done?"
I glance up at Edward who's standing in the doorway, looking half-asleep. His hair is in its usual disarray, bronze locks sticking out in all directions, and he's got sleep marks on his face from where he must have been lying on the sofa. I smile at the sight—he's adorable.
Unfortunately, I'm not quite ready for bed. "Not yet, maybe another half hour or so?"
He scratches his stomach, revealing a sliver of skin, causing my eyes to follow his happy trail.
"I'm just gonna head to bed now," he says with a smirk, as he catches me checking him out. He walks over to me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "Don't be too long," he murmurs before heading out of the kitchen.
That's all the motivation I need.
Twenty minutes later, I've finished the column. It's been re-read and edited and is ready to be sent to Alec. Butterflies flood my stomach as I think about his reaction. Will he like it?
Before I can change my mind, I attach the document to the email and hit send.
I shut down my laptop and pack away my work, leaving it in a nice pile, ready for me to collect on my way out the door tomorrow.
I almost run to the bedroom, where I find a very naked Edward waiting for me. And he definitely doesn't look sleepy anymore.