All through dinner, the knowledge that we can do more has me on edge. It's as if now that we both know it's possible, everything has taken on a new quality.
Edward's teasing words, sidelong looks, and small moans of appreciation as he eats – they're almost too much. The bottle of wine that's mostly gone by the time we're done eating certainly isn't helping matters any.
Edward takes Odin out for a short walk while I take care of dishes. I spend the entire time they're gone telling myself all the reasons we shouldn't… and imagining every way we could.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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Torturing himself.
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