Making it back to the villa without incident, I changed out
of my bikini and into a pair of shorts, a yellow tank top and matching
accessories. I also packed a bag for my club wear. I decided to bring a stark,
white halter dress with gold accessories. I looked very virginal, even though I
wasn’t really. I was tempted to dress Edward but decided against it since he
was so anal about how he looked.
“Bella! Did Alice tell you about her overwhelming need to go
the mainland? And to go clubbing?”
Edward yelled through the house.
“Yes, baby,” I shouted from the closet, tossing my shoes
into my duffel. I walked out, tossing the bag onto the bed. Edward was in a
pair of khaki cargo shorts, a red v-neck and a pair of flip flops. Nestled in
his unruly bronze hair were a pair of aviator sunglasses. “You need to get
yourself all sexified for our night out. I was going to do it but heaven forbid
I ruin your system in your closet.”
“Shut it,” he snorted, smacking my ass lightly. “I’m not
that bad.”
“Yes, you are,” I giggled. “Your shirts are arranged by
color, then designer and you’ve got this weird system for cleaning? You’re the
most anal man I’ve ever met, baby.”
“Control freak,” he said, motioning around his head. “But, I’m
working on it. Your chaos is definitely pushing me to the limit.”
“My chaos?” I laughed, putting my hands on my hips.
“Look at your clothes, gorgeous girl,” he said, pointing to
my haphazard portion of his immaculate closet.
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