“Why don’t you read me some of that book of yours?” He flopped down on the bed and rested his arms behind his head.
“I don’t think you’ll like it.” I laid down beside him and grabbed the book.
“Try me.” He smiled and turned towards me.
I sighed and opened to the first page. “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of good fortune must be in want of a good wife…”
I read for what seemed like hours and he seemed like he was generally interested. Or maybe he was just really good at pretending but I could have sworn he was hanging on every word I said.
I found myself stealing glances at him and smiling. His eyes were slightly glazed over, his lips parted. It was the type of expression I could melt into and float away in. It made you feel like you’re the only one he’s ever looked at that way, like it was stored away and pulled out just for you.
I set the book down and turned towards him. “Tell me a secret.”
“Like what?” He murmured.
I scooted closer to him. “Tell me your secret Edward.”
He smiled and I knew he wasn’t going to give in. “I’ll tell you a secret.” He lowered his voice. “When I was ten Alice dressed me up in girl clothes and makeup.”
“Why?” I laughed.
“Because she was like eight and super annoying.”
“Yeah. Hard to imagine huh?” I smiled and looked down at his lips. I inched forward, listening to his breathing. I’d told myself to leave it alone, that he didn’t deserve to deal with all my baggage, but every time I was near him I felt pulled to him. Like gravity. I found myself wanting to reach out and touch his lips, just to see if they were as soft as they looked.
Eep!! The end there made me shiver a little...hehehe
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