Edward suggests another drink, but I stiffen my spine, determined this time not to let him talk me into something that sounds so easy, so natural.
So tempting.
When I tell him I have to be at the shop early in the morning, he grins. "Yeah, guess I do, too."
I bite my tongue, striding beside him in silence. Despite my protests, he walks me home, and I'm intensely aware of how much this feels like a date – and how my body seems to think so as well.
I distance myself as best I can as we say good night.
Friday, January 14, 2011
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A date? Nawwww...really Jas?
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