Chapter 18: Eavesdrop
Excerpt . . .
After school Edward surprises me with a Chinese fire drill
and drives us to Lenscrafters where we actually decide together on a pair glasses
for me. When I question him about the impromptu purchase he tells me, “They’re
for the list,” like Duh, didn’t you know,
sugar lips?
And now when I imagine what he’s saying, I add nicknames.
I’m clearly disturbed.
I drop him off at his house for the night, but he sends me
flirty texts all evening and calls me to tell me he’s finished his list.
“That’s not possible,” I say, “We’re so creative. There’s no
end to the list.”
“I like the way you think.”
“I like the way you kiss.”
“I like the way you feel beneath me.”
“I like the way you run your tongue over my stomach.”
“I like the way you squeak when I suck on your neck.”
“I do not squeak.”
“You so squeak.”
“I do not.”
“Leave your window open, and I’ll show you.”
“Goodnight, Edward.”
“Night, baby.”
I inhale sharply and hold my breath. Why do I love that so
much?
“I also like how you respond when I call you baby.” He
chuckles and continues to do so as I hang up on him.
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