worked in ways other than Edward’s.) But I was seriously grateful to whatever malfunction it was that
kept my thoughts a secret. It was just too embarrassing to consider the alternative.
I pulled his face to mine again.
“Definitely staying,” he murmured a moment later.
“No, no. It’s your bachelor party. You have to go.”
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I said the words, but the fingers of my right hand locked into his bronze hair, my left pressed tighter
against the small of his back. His cool hands stroked my face.
“Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn’t be
more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really no point.”
“True.” I breathed against the winter-cold skin of his throat.
This was pretty close to my happy place. Charlie slept obliviously in his room, which was almost as
good as being alone. We were curled up on my small bed,usb flash disk, intertwined as much as it was possible,
considering the thick afghan I was swathed in like a cocoon. I hated the necessity of the blanket, but it
sort of ruined the romance when my teeth started chattering. Charlie would notice if I turned the heat on
in August___
At least, if / had to be bundled up,to be sure, Edward’s shirt was on the floor. I never got over the shock of how
perfect his body was��white,book burn., cool, and polished as marble. I ran my hand down his stone chest now,
tracing across the flat planes of his stomach, just marveling. A light shudder rippled through him,custom headphones, and his
mouth found mine again. Carefully, I let the tip of my tongue press against his glass-smooth lip, and he
sighed. His sweet breath washed��cold and delicious��over my face.
He started to pull away��that was his automatic response whenever he decided things had gone too far,
his reflex reaction whenever he most wanted to keep going. Edward had spent most of his life rejecting
any kind of physical gratification. I knew it was terrifying to him trying to change those habits now.
“Wait,beats by dre,” I said, gripping his shoulders and hugging myself close to him. I kicked one leg free and wrapped
it around his waist. “Practice makes perfect.”
He chuckled. “Well, we should be fairly close to perfection by this point, then,moncler coats, shouldn’t we? Have you
slept at all in the last month?”
“But this is the dress rehearsal,” I reminded him, “and