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Orange Juice

"Babe, did you buy some more orange juice?" Edward asks, standing in front of the refrigerator while he waits for my reply.

I bite my lip and look up at him beneath my lashes, shaking my head as I admire the exposed ink on his right arm: a large orange Koi fish that's surrounded by cerulean blue waves.

He just got it done a few weeks ago and I love it. I also love teasing him because he gets worked up whenever I do so- which is my purpose now.

He raises his brow at me and says, "Bella, you're fucking kidding me, right?"

Nodding, a small giggle escapes my mouth. "You look so hot when you get aggressive over your OJ, baby."

"Oh, you haven't seen aggressive yet," he threatens, cracking his knuckles.

I turn in the direction of our living room and run, laughing loudly.

"You are in so much trouble, little girl!" he screeches, chasing after me.