"Professional." Edward smirks. He leans forward, his lips a hair's breadth from mine as he whispers, "That might be difficult when I want to do this every time I see you."
Our kiss is brief but heated, and I sit back with a smile on my lips despite the nature of the conversation.
"I'm serious," I say. "That's my business."
He nods at once, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. "Of course. May I ask for a condition of my own?" His sudden proper speech is charming, and I nod, smiling. "I don't want to take things slowly. I need you."
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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Oh? Edward you are quite the needy boy ;)
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