Excerpt . . .
My life is stupid.
As I sit in French, Edward’s words from the previous morning
roll through my mind. “I just want you to
remember that you did this, all right?”
He sits across from me, freshly showered, wearing cologne –
at school, mind you – and biting into a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie.
The chocolate falls away from the cookie as it breaks and drapes itself on
Edward’s thumb and forefinger. He looks straight at me as he wraps his lips
around his thumb and sucks the melted goodness from it.
Gah!
I shake my head and return my eyes to my textbook, trying to
follow along with Ms. Benson’s lesson. I’m complete fail, though, as Edward’s
thrusting his finger in my face asking me to lick it with a simple, “You know
you want to.” As I shake my head, thwarting his advances, Alice giggles behind me.
I snap my head to see she and Jasper are outwardly laughing
at my expense. Awesome.
I make it through French relatively unscathed, though
certifiably left wanting.
Edward walks behind me on the way to my locker. He says
nothing, but I can feel his eyes all over me. Dammit, this is hard. I just want
to kiss him already.
A tinkling sound catches my attention, and when I look down
to see what it is, Edward’s at my feet with a pen in hand. Apparently, he
dropped it. He drags it up my calf and thigh, his eyes on mine as he goes. I
lean back against my locker, mouth agape like a fish.
With one hand braced on my locker, Edward says, “All you
have to do is give me the say so, and I kiss you right now. We could ditch our
next class too. If you want . . .”
He leans in inhaling, while I exhale. Oh, man . . .
Edward kisses my cheek and chuckles. He walks away with a
smug look on his face as though he’s winning. What? I don’t know. But I should
have known that he’d still be playing games. Edward’s whole life is a game. And
now I’m a part of it. Grr!
Edward's sheets . . . ha ha ha!
Uh yep, can't wait!!
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