Monday, September 26, 2011

Figure Eight Teaser

I sent off my email to my mom and went to go to bed. I was shutting off the lights when I heard the door rattle. I arched a brow. It better not be the drunk twins. Bella poked her head into my apartment. “Hi,” she said quietly.

“Hey,” I said as I walked to the foyer. I was still in my clothes from the game. She was in a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie. She ran from the door and leapt into my arms. I caught her easily and held her tightly. She peppered my face with kisses. I laughed and pulled away. “What’s this for?”

“My new friend,” she said as she tightened her grip on me. “That was so sweet, Edward. What did I do to deserve you?”

“The same thing I did to deserve you, love,” I said as I placed her on the counter. Her legs were still wrapped around me. I cupped her face and smiled at my beautiful girlfriend. I want to tell her. I need to tell her. I love you, Isabella Swan.

But, I didn’t. She’d go screaming for the hills.

“He even smells like you,” she said with a wide grin.

“That’s because I sprayed some of my cologne on him,” I said, tweaking her nose. “When we’re not able to spend the night with each other, you can cuddle with your friend. Damn lucky bear.”

“He’s an adequate substitute for you. He’s a lot smaller and a lot fuzzier, too,” she giggled.

“Would you rather I be a hairy ape?” I snorted. “God, Liam has more hair on his back than he does on his head. It’s foul and gross. I have never had the affliction. I have my treasure trail but that’s it when it comes to chest hair.”

“Treasure trail?”

I unzipped my fleece and tossed it on the floor and untucked my shirt. Beneath my navel was the patch of bronze hair that led down to my manly bits.

Can she touch us? PLEASE? We want Bella’s hands.



I’m getting raspberries from my gonads. I’ve officially lost my mind. Sign me up for the nearest loony bin.

“Oh, happy trail,” Bella answered. Her fingers glided along the waistband of my jeans and my skin erupted in flames. She also blushed a deep crimson. “Can I see your tattoo? I can sort of see the tail end of it when you lifted your shirt.”

“The shirt needs to come off completely,” I said, arching my brow.

“Edward, I’m inexperienced but I’ve seen men without their shirts on. I’ve been to a pool,” she said wryly.

“But none of them were your boyfriends,” I offered. “You may not be able to contain yourself and you’d ravish me on my kitchen floor.”

“Try me,” she laughed. I rolled my eyes and removed my black t-shirt from my body. Bella’s blush deepened but her gaze was determined and confident when she looked at my bare chest.

1 comment:

  1. Ohhhhhh Myyyyyy. Must read more. Please. How cruel to leave us fragile humans in a state of wantingness!!! LOL.