Edward walked out of the shower, looking like sin incarnate.
His towel was slung low on his hips and all of his tattoos were on display for
me to ogle. The mysterious text left my mind as I watched Edward get dressed.
His sinuous muscles rippled under smooth skin. I licked my lips and pressed my
thighs together, watching him drop the towel. His ass was absolute perfection.
I moaned like a wanton whore.
“Really, Bella?” Edward asked, arching a brow as he looked
back at me. “My butt is flat.”
“Oh, no,” I said, walking over to him, cupping his delicious
ass. “It’s perfection.”
“Okay, stop manhandling me,” he snickered, dancing out of my
hands and pulling up his black boxer-briefs. He pulled up his black dress
pants, too. “You’ll get to grab, paw and molest my ass once we get back.”
“I wasn’t doing any of that,” I pouted. “I was massaging and
appreciating the perfection of your behind, Edward.”
“You’re weird, Little One,” he sighed, buttoning his slate
gray dress shirt. He turned and looked at me, his eyes falling on the pendant
between my collar bones. “Wow, seeing that there…yeah, it’s overwhelming.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Hmmm, how can I explain this?” he pondered, his eyes
narrowing. He wrapped me in his arms and stared at me. “You’re wearing my heart, Bella. Well, in a symbolic
sense. Seeing it around your neck, it frightens me, excites me and makes me so
unbelievably proud. I’m yours. You’re
mine. We’re together…Shit, this is not
making any sense.”
“No, I get it,” I said. “I really get it. It’s proof that
I’m with you.”
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