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"Try having it at 6:30am."
We chatter on like this for another ten minutes until Angela comes in and I realize
that we are really, really bad at ending phone calls. The day passes without
incident, mostly because I'm so looking forward to talking to him again at night.
However, when he does come on screen later, I am greeted by an unexpected sight.
"Whoa!" I say.
"I know," he moans. "Don't say anything, please?"
I snort. "Yeah, right, like that's going to happen."
"Alright." He sighs. "But be gentle with me" he pauses before adding "even if I
like it when you're a little rough." He grins, then winces.
"You look like a stop sign," I say, referring to his rather ridiculous sunburn. Parts
of his face are a lovely golden brown, which brings out his green eyes even more.
Unfortunately, more parts like his nose, cheekbones and forehead are an even,
angry red. "You look like a fire truck. Like Rudolph's nose. Like a traffic light."
"Go ahead, get it out of your system."
"An apple. A tomato. The soles of those really expensive heels celebrities wear.
Hooker's lipstick. The Chinese flag. The spaghetti sauce at Leone's. The Netflix
envelope. Carrot Top's hair. Rosalie when she's really angry "
"Okay, that's it. You're done," he says. It's alright. I was scraping the barrel
anyway, but his words do remind me of something.
"Actually, that makes me think of that time you visited us after spring break was
it your senior year? You had the worst sunburn, and for like, three weeks, Rose
called you "
"Don't say it, Bella," he warns.
"Why not?"
"She wrote that name on my Facebook wall, and everybody started calling me it. I
was so pissed," he says.
"I never called you "
"Don't say it!"
"But," I pout. "That's not fair. I never got to call you that back then. The least you
could do is let me call you it now." I attempt to make a puppy dog face. I'm not one
of those cutesy girls so it's probably closer to one of those ugly hairless breeds, but
it seems to work.
Edward sighs. "Alright. You can call me that one time. That's it. One time to get it
out of your system, and then I never want to hear you call me that again."
"Okay!" I say, grinning.
"Okay," he says. He sighs exaggeratedly. "Go ahead."
"What? No way. If I get to only call you that once in our entire lives, I'm saving it
for a really, really good occasion."
His brow furrows. "I mean& fine. But no take-backs if you blurt it out
accidentally."
I crack up. "Like if we're having sex, and I suddenly yell it out?" He doesn't answer
and I snap in front of the camera a couple of times to get his attention.
"Sorry, you lost me at 'we're having sex'," he says. "And for the record, I resent the
'if' you put before it." His words are teasing, but all they do is remind me of our
night together. Suddenly, I want him here for some reasons more than others.
"Bella?" This time, he snaps to get my attention. "Didn't offend you, did I?"
The millions of thoughts and memories that are running through my head are
anything but offensive.
"No& I was just thinking."
He's silent for a moment before he asks quietly, "About that night?"
I don't quite trust the tone of my voice right now, so I nod. He blinks rapidly, and I
see him audibly swallow; the bob of his Adam's apple seems impossibly sexy to
me. Even though he's not physically here, the room seems to constrict to just me
looking at him and him looking back at me.
He clears his throat but his voice still rasps a little as he says, "What are you
thinking?"
There's definite fear in my words as I speak I'm not a particularly vocal person,
especially not about stuff like this, but a part of me really wants to say it, wants
him to know that I want him, too.
"I'm thinking about all the, um, things we did."
"Yeah?" His voice is so low.
"Yeah. And about... what it might be like if " I take a deep breath and correct
myself, " when we do them again."
"You have no idea, Bella," he says, his voice gritty and husky and so, so sexy. "The
things I thought that night, the things I think& " He exhales on his last words,
shaking his head slightly, and for a moment, I imagine his breath and his words on
my skin. I feel warm in every part of me.
I swallow and say shakily, "One day, tell me them, okay?"
The glint in his eye is easy to see even through the grainy screen. He's still my
playful Edward, but I can see that tendon in his jaw working over time, and I
wonder if he's picturing what I am me wrapped up in and around him as he tells
me things and then does them to me. Or maybe tells me things while he does them
to me.
We spend the next few moments in silence, perhaps trying to put ourselves back
together even as I will Thursday to just be here already. For Edward to just be
here already.
After a few minutes, he speaks again.
"You're the best I ever had, too. You know that, right?"
I smile. He's never actually said it, even if he's pretty much shown it. Still, "It's
always nice to hear."
"It's true." He lets out one of those little snuffling chuckles I've started to figure
out he does that before he's about to go sweet on me. It's becoming one of my
favorite noises. "I mean, the best anything. The best everything. The best lay, the
best friend, the best& just the best."
My heart feels like that scene in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, where it swells
three sizes and is too big for my chest, so I try and let it out through my grin.
"Oh, Edward," I say, sighing my smile. "You're a moron."
He is surprised. "Excuse me?"
"You are. You're an absolute idiot."
"Why?"
"Because if you'd said that line sitting next to me, instead of from 3000 miles
away, you'd be getting so thoroughly laid right now, I can't even tell you."
He half-laughs and half-groans. "And on that note, go to bed. I'm going to take a
very cold shower."
"That'll probably good for your sunburn," I tell him.
He shakes his head and grins. "Sure, but that's not why I'll be taking it."
I roll my eyes but then smile and say, "If only I was there to rub aloe on you. All
over you. Anywhere. Everywhere."
He makes this strange noise that sounds like a disgruntled pterodactyl in my [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]