“What are you thinking about so hard?” Bella asked, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. She pressed her cheek against his back and breathed deeply, her body sinking into the comfort of relief as she solidified that last night was not a dream. Edward covered her arms with his hands and squeezed.
“I was just trying to figure out if I had enough time to snoop through your shit before you woke up. Looks like you ruined that plan.”
“You wouldn’t snoop through my shit,” Bella scoffed, her arms tightening around his waist.
Looking over his shoulder, he smirked. “The fuck I wouldn’t.”
“You’re such a dick.”
“This is not news.”
Bella tried to pull away, but Edward tightened his grip. Keeping her arms secured, he spun around and trapped her hands to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to burn all the shit I don’t want you to know about. Some things just aren’t meant for others to see.”
“Quit lying. You’re not going to burn anything. You’re going to move it and hope I buy your line of bullshit. Don’t play a playa.”
“You’re not gangster. Stop. And are you going to let that coffee sit there all day, or are you going to actually drink some?”
“I don’t know if I should. How old it is anyway?”
“I can’t fuck up coffee. Well, I don’t always. Just general cooking.”
“Speaking of, I’m starving. I know better than to ask if you have anything to eat. And since Victoria just left here, I can assume that James isn’t at home whipping something up.”
Bella’s face paled. “Vic was here?"
