“Thank you, sweet girl,” I said quietly as I nuzzled her neck. “I love you.”
“Hmmm, I love you, too,” she said as she cuddled into my chest. “There’s something else you’re not telling me, though. Being all cute, lovey-dovey and adorable is one of your known distraction tactics. Spill, Dr. Sexward.”
“You’re good,” I chuckled. I kissed her head and turned her so I could look her in the eyes. “In addition to talking to my sister about Emmett and medical school, she also relayed an invitation for us.” Bella’s brows furrowed and she bit her lip. “We’ve been asked to go to dinner with my family for Jasper’s graduation.”
“Um, when?” Bella asked, her voice sounding much quieter than before. Her insecurities were coming back. I leaned forward and held her tightly.
“Next Saturday,” I answered. “We’re both working seven to seven but the reservations are at nine in the evening.”
“Why don’t you just go?” Bella suggested. “Jasper hates my guts. He won’t miss me.”
“No, we’re a pair. You’re the yin to my yang. Either we both go or we both don’t,” I said sternly.
“The yin to my yang,” Bella said dryly. “Really?”
“What? It was the best I could come up with. You’re the peanut butter to my jelly; the chips to my dip; the gooey icing to my Oreo,” I quipped.
“Just stop, Edward. You are too much,” she laughed. “The gooey icing to my Oreo?” I shrugged and flashed her my signature grin. “You are too adorable.”
“I try,” I said, putting my head on her shoulder. “So, are we going, Yin?”
“Where is this shindig?”
“Alinea,” I replied. “Some high-falutin’ restaurant where you get a meal the size of this cracker and it costs $200.”
“Not really endearing me to go with you, Yang,” she deadpanned.
“I’ll promise you orgasms for afterward,” I said, batting my eyes.
“How many orgasms?”
“Add a massage and we’ve got ourselves a deal,” she said, holding out her hand.