“Take a shot with me,” I said.
“Are you sure?” He laughed and shook his head.
“Yep. Give it to me.”
He grabbed two shot glasses and poured the liquid in both. He handed one to me and raised his in a toast.
“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled.
“Merry Christmas.”
We both threw the shots back and I winced at the intense burn in my chest.
Edward set his shot glass down beside me and rested his hand on the counter, trapping me between. I didn’t really feel trapped though. I felt…safe.
“So. What do you think of the party?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“It’s nice.”
“Bullshit,” he laughed. “It’s boring.”
“Not anymore.” I smiled and diverted my eyes to the floor.
“Why not?”
“Because I like hanging out with you. You make it…not boring.”
“So I should put that on my resume? I make it not boring?”
“Definitely.” I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, not liking how it was so done up. It wasn’t that it looked bad; I don’t think Edward could ever look bad, but it just didn’t seem like him. “That’s better.”
He closed his eyes and inched forward a little, almost between my knees. I bit down on my lip and let my hands fall to his shoulders.
“Tell me a secret,” he whispered, echoing my words from the other night.
I pushed myself off the counter and wedged myself next to him. I smiled and perked up on my tiptoes. “I think you have a nice ass too,” I whispered into his ear. I stepped to the side and walked away.
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