Edward was just walking in the door and I almost ran right into him. The moment I smelled him I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest.
“Hey,” he laughed. “How’d it go?”
I felt the warm tears start to slip down my cheeks and onto his shirt.
“That good huh?” His voice turned serious as he pulled me out the door.
We walked in silence back to his studio.
“She said I sucked,” I whispered.
“I doubt she said that Bella.” He sat down on the futon and pulled me down beside him.
“She might as well have.” I leaned into his shoulder and closed my eyes.
He turned his head and kissed my cheek. “Will you dance for me?”
I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do right now is dance. I would feel like the person who keeps bringing over food after they tell you you’re the worst cook in the world.
“Please?” He brushed his lips just below my ear and trailed down to my neck. “Please Bella…” He swiped his tongue across my skin and I shivered.
“Okay,” I stuttered. “Only if you do.”
“You want me to dance?” He pulled back and laughed. I nodded and stood up. “Bella I don’t fucking dance.”
“Please?” I leaned down and kissed him. “Please Edward…”
Do you think we'll see Graffitiward attempt some ballet? Would be verah interesting ; )
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