I wave to the others—who have made their way down to the ground floor with the empty pizza boxes—and follow Alice out the door and into the car. As I'm climbing into her low, low car, Alice calls out.
"Edward, hi!" She waves frantically—as only Alice can—while the Bulldozer strides over.
Why, oh, why does he have to be so good-looking?
"Alice," he greets her. He looks down at me. I feel like I'm sitting on the ground—which I almost am. And he's so tall...
"Hello again, Bella," he says to me. I'm grateful for the dim light of the evening, because my face flushes. I haven't heard him say my name before, and I wish he'd say it again…and again.
I truly don't want to be attracted to him, but he makes it so damn hard.
"Hello," I reply, trying to hide the voice of my inner monologue.
The silence hangs in the air for a moment. Alice looks at me knowingly and walks around to her side of the car.
"So, how are you feeling?" Edward asks softly.
I look down at my hands. "Much better," I tell him. "I had a massage earlier. Um, Rosalie...like you suggested."
He rubs his hand on the back of his neck. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better," he says. He ducks down to my level, and his face is so, so close. If I just lean forward...
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