I stare at him, wide-eyed. "W-what?"
His eyes search mine. I see hope there. Hope, longing, and something burning I can't identify.
His fingers curl around mine; his touch is warm, comforting, and so fucking arousing. I can't find it in myself to worry about that right now, though. I'm utterly focused on the way he's licking his lips, the way he leans just a little closer, his eyes continuing to flicker between my own eyes and my lips, and back again.
He takes a wavering breath, whispering, "Could you ever want me, Edward?"
All I can do is nod.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
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wow you gave me goosebumps with what, 100 words??? ^^
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