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"I'm glad you stayed," she told him as she washed the pan in the sink. "Really glad. I
was awful to you on the phone yesterday."
He shakes his head, leaning against the counter next to her. "It's not your fault. Like I
told you, I'm just not used to straight talk from anyone. Even doctors. You tell me how
it is  or at least how you think it is." He grins at her. "You may not always be right,
but I appreciate your honesty either way."
She shrugs. "I shouldn't have spoken to you that way, and I'm sorry. I have a bit of a
tempter." She realizes she hasn't apologized for her temper in forever, and that
makes her smile. Something has stirred in her, making her want to feel angry and
passionate and alive.
"That's a very sincere apology, with that shit-eating grin on your face."
She clamps her lips together. "Sorry. Just& happy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He moves her hair out of her face and kisses the side of it. "Me, too."
"So," she starts after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, "I don't really
remember last night. I remember getting to the club& "
"You started downing shots to piss me off, and it worked. You looked& not like you.
Made up and slutted up."
She crinkles her brow. "That's not nice."
"Let me tell you something, Bella. Nothing makes a guy happier than catching an
inadvertent cleavage  or even better, nipple  glimpse. So when you wear shirts like
that, where it all hangs out& totally takes the fun out of it."
She flushes. "Well, I'm just so sorry."
"Well you're just so forgiven."
"I wasn't really apologizing!"
"Good, because you're not really forgiven. Seriously. You don't have to wear that to
get my attention. Or any guy's attention for that matter. You're fucking beautiful,
okay? Right now, you're beautiful. With your vomit and eggs breath."
"That's disgusting!" She shoves him.
"With your makeup all over your face because you were too drunk to wash it off. With
your hair a rat's nest. It's just you. You're a mess sometimes, but you're beautiful all
the time so just& knock it off."
"Yeah, okay." But she's swelling on the inside. How he can insult and compliment her
at the same time is beyond her, but she loves it.
"Did I do anything else embarrassing when we got home?"
He smiles a secret smile. "Nope. Just went straight to bed. Well, you snored like crazy,
so that's pretty embarrassing."
"Whatever. At least I didn't try to seduce you. Like you could have resisted my
charms." She wiggles her eyebrows at him.
He rolls his eyes. "Oh yeah, so charming. Stumbling all around, being an asshole... a
regular beauty queen."
She grins at him. "Come here and kiss your beauty queen." She hopes he doesn't mind
the your part. But she feels like she's his, and that's what matters.
He doesn't mind. "I would love to& right after you brush your teeth."
He's such a jerk. She stomps off. He catches her arm and kisses her, bad breath and
all.
Has she mentioned how much she really likes jerks?
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7. ALL THE WAY TO THE EDGE OF DESIRE
Bella has her camera positioned at Edward's face as he logs into the school server.
He's so nervous about passing his first semester after his illness, his long, pale fingers
are shaking against the keys. She knows his password and checked it this afternoon -
he got an A, two B's, and a C plus. He was hoping for all C's; he has trouble getting his
hopes up.
So she has her camera, and he's annoyed, thinking she's about to mock his
bereavement. But when this huge smile breaks out over his face, cracking all the
worry and stress cemented against his expression, she clicks left and right, laughing
with him.
"Holy fuck," he breathes, putting his hands over his face. "I think I just shit my pants."
She snaps a picture of him side-eyeing her, and then another picture of him
mid-tackle. Her camera falls to the bed, and his lips smoosh hers.
"You knew," he whispers against her mouth, his lips brushing back and forth.
She closes her eyes and hums. It feels so good. So soft and sweet, like the echo of a
love song.
"You left me in suspense." He draws her up, off her back. He settles against the
headboard, and she plops against him, his chest against her shoulder blades.
She picks her camera back up, fiddling with the many buttons. She takes a couple
pictures of his large hand against her thigh. She loves it there so much, and she
refuses to forget what it looks like.
"I knew you'd rather figure it out yourself," she answers finally, zooming in against
the strong angle of his jaw. He clenches it, and the tendon bulges against the fulcrum.
"Keep taking pictures like that, and you'll have an excellent career ahead of you," he
says against her neck, his lips wet and warm.
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