“Bella?” I blurted.
“Yes, handsome,” she chuckled.
“I think we need to get a house. Like really soon. People
know where we live and since we’ve become ‘famous,’ we need the extra security
of a home,” I said. “We all received that bonus check from Twilight Recording.
We can use that as a down payment on a house with security and gates and a
guard dog.”
“Edward, I don’t think a guard dog is going to included in
the house,” she giggled. “But I agree. I’ve given Alice some ‘homework’ to keep
her mind occupied. She’s searching for a house for us, somewhere in between
here and your parents’ place.”
“Really?” I asked, in complete shock. “You’re not going to
fight me on this?”
“No. I don’t like random photographers shooting us as we get
out of the car and walk into our apartment. We need some more privacy.”
I put my guitar down and scooped her out of her chair. I peppered
her face with kisses. She squealed and squirmed in my arms. “I love you,
Isabella Swan,” I growled, grabbing her legs and picking her up. I kissed her
mouth and thrust my tongue between her velvety lips.
“Edward,” she mumbled.
“Hmmm,” I replied as I started carrying her to the bedroom.
“No nookie,” she snickered, pulling away.
“What? Why?” I whined.
“My little friend is paying me a visit. I got my shot
yesterday,” she said, pouting her lips. “Sorry. Give me a few days and then we
can celebrate. Hopefully when we buy a house. Yeah?”
“I suppose,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Will it make you feel better if I give you head?” she said dryly.
“A little.”
And she did give me head. On the balcony of our apartment.
I love my fiancée and
her tongue.
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