At the grocery store, we make it easy on ourselves and pick up a rotisserie chicken from the deli, adding fresh vegetables to steam.
I've been debating Edward's request all day – that we not waste time. As frightened as I am, I can't shake the thought of his nude body against mine. I wonder what he likes, which role he prefers to play, and… I have to know.
When I turn down the family planning aisle, he arches an eyebrow and teases, "Plans for tonight?"
I blush. "It's been a long fucking time," I mumble.
"Whatever you want," he whispers.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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