“What crack was I smoking when I said we’d go out on the
open fucking ocean, water skiing and inner tubing?” Edward squeaked as he
nervously ran his hands through his hair.
“I don’t know but I’m going regardless of you and neuroses
come or not. I love you, Edward, but Jesus! You worry about the weirdest shit?”
I quipped as I slathered on sunscreen.
“Bella, there are sharks and jelly fish out there,” he
hissed, pointing toward the ocean. “Things that can kill us with one bite or
one sting. I don’t know about you, but I kind of like living. Especially now.
I’d like to get the chance to make love to you. With all of my limbs intact.”
“That’s sweet, baby,” I replied, walking over to Edward.
Twining my hands into his riotous hair, I cupped his scruffy face. “I’d love
you even if you were short and arm or a leg. You’re still hot.”
“Thanks, Bella,” he said flatly, arching a brow. I giggled,
kissing his lips.
“Besides, it’s a well known fact that if you get stung by a
jelly, you have to pee on where you got stung. I’d gladly pee on your leg to
save your life, Edward,” I snickered.
“That’s devotion. You’re gonna pee on me. I can feel the
love, Bella,” he chuckled. The tightness around his eyes indicated that he was
still freaking out.
“Hey, you’re fine, baby,” I soothed. “You’re going to be
fine. If you don’t want to get in the water, you
don’t have to.”
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