The next morning, Edward woke up first. He was still on
eastern time and his body was ready to go at almost seven in the morning.
Granted, it would have been sleeping in for him, but he was up. Extracting his
body from Bella’s warm bed, he took the time to stare at her while she slept.
He pale skin practically glowed from within. Her heart-shaped face was covered
in a warm blush. The deep mahogany curls shone brightly in the rising sun,
displaying red, warm highlights. His eyes moved down and her arms were under
her pillow. He could see just hint of her breast from under the blankets and
her leg was kicked out from the covers.
“One day, I will marry you, Isabella Swan,” he whispered in
the quiet morning. He leaned down and kissed her temple before going into the
bathroom. He peed and took a shower, dressing casually in a pair of jeans and
button-down. Padding to the kitchen, he made some coffee and rooting around in
her fridge to make Bella breakfast in bed. He found the makings for blueberry
pancakes and he got to work.
Just as finished making Bella breakfast, her nose woke her
up and she got up from her tangle of blankets. Swiping Edward’s shirt from the
night before, she padded to the bathroom and walked to the kitchen. “That
should be porn,” she giggled. “A hot guy, wearing glasses, cooking in a
state-of-the-art kitchen.”
“Perhaps I should just remove all of my clothes and wear
only an apron?” Edward quipped, arching his brow over his frames. “Do you want
me to peel your grapes or fan you with a giant palm?”
“I just want the apron gone so my love slave can pleasure me,” Bella laughed, sitting on one of the stools near the stove.
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