We make it back home, brushing sand out of fur and off feet before going inside. Feeling the gaping hole where my stomach should be, I grin at Edward. "Pizza or Chinese?"
He tilts his head, thinking a moment. "Chinese," he says decisively. He kisses me briefly and then says, "Want me to order?"
I nod, thanking him before going to change. As I unzip my suitcase – one of the few things we still haven't unpacked – I see Edward's gift stuck in the corner. "Shit," I mutter.
I change into pajamas, grab the wrapped present, and head down the hall.
Monday, August 8, 2011
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Oops.. you forgot Jasper.
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