Excerpt . . .
When I get home, I close the door behind me. I think Edward
got waylaid by his dog; I don’t mind, I like playing with Edward.
The doorknob jiggles, but doesn’t open.
“Hello,” he says, banging on the door.
“No soliciting.” I cover my mouth to muffle my laughter. He
deserves it.
“Ha ha, schmoopy, open up.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not? I’m lonely out here all by myself. I miss you.”
He’s so obnoxious but very adorable as well.
I open the door wide, placing my hand on my hip. “It’s not a
good idea because my parents aren’t home.” I smile coyly, and he drops Bart’s
leash and attacks me. His lips are firm against mine, his arms clamping down
around me as he lifts me up awkwardly, pressing my body to his. Bart’s going
bazonko barking as Edward’s carrying me into the house. He closes the door with
his foot, and Bart yelps.
“Bart!” he shouts, snapping his head around to a closed
door. “Oh, crap.” He laughs and opens the door, tying Bart to a post just
outside it. He’s cursing and demeaning his dog as he struggles with the knots.
I watch from behind, laughing at his frustration.
He swivels his head to glare, and I only laugh harder. He’s
so cute all irritated like this. In fact, I like him irritated. I crouch down
beside Edward, my hand on his back. “Calm down. The calmer you are, the faster
you’ll be.” I run my hand up his back and into his hair. I come in close and
whisper, “The faster you are, the more time we’ll have together.” I kiss him
beneath his ear, and I swear Edward whimpers. He looks at me as I stand up and
back away. When he’s up and the dog is situated, he slams the door. I take that
as my cue to run.
This is so fun.
is it Tuesday yet? ;)
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