The full chapter should be out in the next couple of days, as long as RL doesn't give me a swift kick in the ass or something....
FYI: In case you miss the reference, this chapter takes place in London.
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He showed me around, pointing out all four bedrooms and the garden in the back, and then he showed me where the bathrooms were. I stared up at him as he opened the door to the bathroom in the hallway and said the words “the loo” and felt an odd sense of nostalgia pass through me. The scene, albeit in London instead of Malibu, was identical to the day of my interview, only there were no awkward pauses or incessant thoughts of wanting to fuck him senseless.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I always had incessant thoughts of having sex with him, and I didn’t think that would change any time soon — if ever. But there wasn’t any of the guilt associated with it now.
He caught my shift and furrowed his brow. “Bella?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking about the day of my interview.”
“Ah. The day that changed my life.”
I rolled my eyes. “Edward.”
“You can’t deny it so don’t bother. I fell in love and got married. Those are two events that most people would consider life changing.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He cupped the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, kissing me with a passion that had my head spinning in no time. My hands wound in his hair, and I moaned unabashedly into his mouth, making him grin and pull back.
“You’ve no idea how much I wanted you that day, baby. I thought I might go mad with it, with not being able to touch you.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea. I distinctly remember wanting to shove you down to the ground and have my way with you,” I said wickedly.
“How I wish you would’ve. You’d have saved me from weeks of trying to resist you. Obviously, my resistance was futile as here I am, utterly consumed by you.”
I was at a loss for words again, but it didn’t matter since Edward’s mouth was back on mine. His hand moved into my shirt, holding me to him, while his other hand left a trail of fire across my skin. His leg slid in between mine, rubbing me just right. I moaned and pushed against him, only to abruptly stop as a strange buzzing sound went through the apartment.
“That would be Alice.”
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
While You Were Gone Ch 4 Teaser
Hey, all. I submitted this to Fictionators for Teaser Monday but waited a day to post it here so that I wasn't completely spamming with updates yesterday.
So here it is... as soon as Stratan and I finish the chapter, it'll be posted!
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The rain started to fall harder, so I rushed up the stoop and into the house before I could get any wetter. Charlie rushed through the kitchen doorway and into the living room with a can of Vitamin R in one hand and his gun, pointing toward me, in the other.
“You scared me,” he said sternly. “I didn’t know who was stupid enough to break into the Chief of Police’s house, but they weren’t going to get away with it.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He sat the can of beer down and reached over to mute the cheers of the crowd in the baseball stadium so that he could talk to me.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“I know.” I shrugged, hoping to play it off until Edward came inside. “But I’m here.”
He stared at me for a moment before walking toward me. The intensity of his gaze had me fidgeting nervously and wondering if this was what made him such a good cop. I felt like squealing like a stuck pig and spilling all the secrets I was holding on my tongue without him so much as uttering a single sound.
The gun in his hand didn’t help matters any, even though rationally, I knew he would never consider using it on me.
“You look different, Bells. Good, but different. Did you do something to your hair?”
A relieved laugh burst out of my chest, causing him to cock his head to the side questioningly. Leave it to Charlie to think that the reason for me looking so different could be explained by a change of my hair.
“Yeah. Angela and I got bored one night and played around with it.”
“Oh.” He glanced back at the floor behind me. “Where are your bags? Did you leave them in the car?”
“Um, no, not exactly…”
“Then where are they?”
“They’re… Well…”
I heard Edward turning the knob and moved aside so that he had room to come in. He was hunched over from the rain, pretending to act as if it bothered him — like a human would. He started through the door just as I heard the loud boom from Charlie’s gun and felt a streak of wind rush past my cheek.
The bullet pierced Edward’s coat and ricocheted off his stone shoulder, immediately lodging itself in the wall across from him and sending a trail of drywall dust down to the floor.
“Hmm. I was actually pretty fond of this coat,” he said casually, examining the hole in the fabric with an annoyed expression.
So here it is... as soon as Stratan and I finish the chapter, it'll be posted!
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The rain started to fall harder, so I rushed up the stoop and into the house before I could get any wetter. Charlie rushed through the kitchen doorway and into the living room with a can of Vitamin R in one hand and his gun, pointing toward me, in the other.
“You scared me,” he said sternly. “I didn’t know who was stupid enough to break into the Chief of Police’s house, but they weren’t going to get away with it.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He sat the can of beer down and reached over to mute the cheers of the crowd in the baseball stadium so that he could talk to me.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“I know.” I shrugged, hoping to play it off until Edward came inside. “But I’m here.”
He stared at me for a moment before walking toward me. The intensity of his gaze had me fidgeting nervously and wondering if this was what made him such a good cop. I felt like squealing like a stuck pig and spilling all the secrets I was holding on my tongue without him so much as uttering a single sound.
The gun in his hand didn’t help matters any, even though rationally, I knew he would never consider using it on me.
“You look different, Bells. Good, but different. Did you do something to your hair?”
A relieved laugh burst out of my chest, causing him to cock his head to the side questioningly. Leave it to Charlie to think that the reason for me looking so different could be explained by a change of my hair.
“Yeah. Angela and I got bored one night and played around with it.”
“Oh.” He glanced back at the floor behind me. “Where are your bags? Did you leave them in the car?”
“Um, no, not exactly…”
“Then where are they?”
“They’re… Well…”
I heard Edward turning the knob and moved aside so that he had room to come in. He was hunched over from the rain, pretending to act as if it bothered him — like a human would. He started through the door just as I heard the loud boom from Charlie’s gun and felt a streak of wind rush past my cheek.
The bullet pierced Edward’s coat and ricocheted off his stone shoulder, immediately lodging itself in the wall across from him and sending a trail of drywall dust down to the floor.
“Hmm. I was actually pretty fond of this coat,” he said casually, examining the hole in the fabric with an annoyed expression.
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 35 Teaser
Ok, guys... Sorry updates on this fic have been slow recently; reality is truly kicking my ass right now. School, work, you name it - it all seems to get in the way. That being said, this chapter is already with Stratan, so once he has a chance to run through it, I'll have it posted!
This teaser, as always, is posted over at The Fictionators, too.
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I reached out and took her hand with mine, bringing it to my mouth so that I could nibble on her fingers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“What’s not to enjoy? We have this huge, private villa sitting on a private beach with a pool and a hot tub…” She looked around. “A hammock, a gym, and even a little tiki hut built over the grill by the pool. I think you outdid yourself, baby.”
“I know it’s quite large-“
“And expensive,” she added.
I rolled my eyes. She still had no concept of how much money I actually had. “All right, and expensive, but I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. This is the most secluded property in the vicinity. You could prance around naked and no one would ever know. In fact, you should do that now,” I said wickedly.
She snorted a laugh. “Someone’s horny.”
“How in God’s name do you expect me not to feel anything when you’ve been walking around all day in,” I gestured wildly to her bikini, “this?”
Her eyes flashed as she smiled down at me. “You like it, huh?”
“I’d like it better off,” I admitted.
“So take it off,” she challenged.
I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her down on me, thankful that I weighed so much more than she did so that the hammock didn’t spill us out onto the ground beneath us. I slowly worked my hands up from her hips to the tie at the back of her neck and tugged on the string, eyeing her chest and waiting for the moment that her top fell away so that I could see her fully. I pulled in a sharp breath and smiled as soon as she was exposed to me, bringing my hands back around her body so that I could cup her breasts.
She lowered her body to mine and moaned as my fingers brushed over her nipples. As soon as she was within reach, I dragged my mouth over her shoulder and down to where my hands were still toying with her. Her natural taste was tinged with salt from the air, and her skin was pink and warmed from the sun. She rolled her hips on top of me, causing me to moan as she grazed her body over mine.
I dropped my hands to her hips and pushed her further down on me as I took her mouth with mine. She gasped once and then kissed me back aggressively, silently letting me know just how much she wanted me.
Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we lost ourselves in the demand we had to come together. I took her face in my hands and pushed her back just enough so that I could see her flushed face.
“Edward, take me inside,” she breathed.
“No. I want to fuck you out here,” I responded.
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So I'm trying to make this blog a little better, but am so completely techno-stupid it's ridiculous. If you have any suggestions about layouts, links, little segments that don't involve teasers - whatever you'd like to see on the blog - let me know. I'm pretty much down for anything!
And don't forget about the forum over at Twilighted. It's been idle for a while now... Hint, hint!
xx
Jen
This teaser, as always, is posted over at The Fictionators, too.
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I reached out and took her hand with mine, bringing it to my mouth so that I could nibble on her fingers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“What’s not to enjoy? We have this huge, private villa sitting on a private beach with a pool and a hot tub…” She looked around. “A hammock, a gym, and even a little tiki hut built over the grill by the pool. I think you outdid yourself, baby.”
“I know it’s quite large-“
“And expensive,” she added.
I rolled my eyes. She still had no concept of how much money I actually had. “All right, and expensive, but I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. This is the most secluded property in the vicinity. You could prance around naked and no one would ever know. In fact, you should do that now,” I said wickedly.
She snorted a laugh. “Someone’s horny.”
“How in God’s name do you expect me not to feel anything when you’ve been walking around all day in,” I gestured wildly to her bikini, “this?”
Her eyes flashed as she smiled down at me. “You like it, huh?”
“I’d like it better off,” I admitted.
“So take it off,” she challenged.
I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her down on me, thankful that I weighed so much more than she did so that the hammock didn’t spill us out onto the ground beneath us. I slowly worked my hands up from her hips to the tie at the back of her neck and tugged on the string, eyeing her chest and waiting for the moment that her top fell away so that I could see her fully. I pulled in a sharp breath and smiled as soon as she was exposed to me, bringing my hands back around her body so that I could cup her breasts.
She lowered her body to mine and moaned as my fingers brushed over her nipples. As soon as she was within reach, I dragged my mouth over her shoulder and down to where my hands were still toying with her. Her natural taste was tinged with salt from the air, and her skin was pink and warmed from the sun. She rolled her hips on top of me, causing me to moan as she grazed her body over mine.
I dropped my hands to her hips and pushed her further down on me as I took her mouth with mine. She gasped once and then kissed me back aggressively, silently letting me know just how much she wanted me.
Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we lost ourselves in the demand we had to come together. I took her face in my hands and pushed her back just enough so that I could see her flushed face.
“Edward, take me inside,” she breathed.
“No. I want to fuck you out here,” I responded.
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So I'm trying to make this blog a little better, but am so completely techno-stupid it's ridiculous. If you have any suggestions about layouts, links, little segments that don't involve teasers - whatever you'd like to see on the blog - let me know. I'm pretty much down for anything!
And don't forget about the forum over at Twilighted. It's been idle for a while now... Hint, hint!
xx
Jen
Monday, July 26, 2010
While You Were Gone Ch 3 Teaser
Here's a piece of the conversation it seems everyone is dying for in this fic...
TMWCBM readers: You'll have ch 33 out to you in a couple of days. I actually opted to work on its FGB outtake last week instead of finishing the chapter. I still have two more FGB obligations left, but once they've been fulfilled, the schedule should go back as it was.
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His golden eyes weighed heavily with regret as he stared back at me. “I have so much to make up for,” he whispered.
I steeled myself. Now was as good of a time as any to talk about this. “Why’d you go?”
“I thought I was protecting you.” He looked away from me and frowned. “I thought I wasn’t any good for you.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “How could you ever think that?”
He sighed. “Bella, look at what I brought into your life. James. Jasper. And now Victoria. I’ve brought you nothing but danger.”
“You didn’t bring that to me,” I argued. “I’m a danger magnet, remember?”
His lips quirked. “I remember.”
“I…” I took a deep breath so that I didn’t cry. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore. You said-”
“I lied,” he said emphatically. “I have never stopped loving you.”
My brow furrowed. “But… I don’t understand.”
“A piece of me died that day, Bella.” He grabbed my hands. “You didn’t put up a fight. You just believed me. How could you ever think that I didn’t love you?”
“Because it didn’t make sense. You’re you… And I’m me. You always kept your distance, like maybe there was a part of you that didn’t want to be with me-”
His lips abruptly cut off anything else I was going to say. His mouth moved avidly with mine as passion erupted between us. I moaned and clung to him as his hands touched everywhere. The chill, the speed, made me dizzy with desire. In one swift move, he’d laid us on our sides and had my leg hitched around his hip, grinding me against him.
He broke the kiss and made an icy trail over my jaw to my ear as his fingers found my nipple underneath my shirt. “I always wanted to be with you,” he whispered. “But I wanted something more for you. I wanted you to be normal. Human. I wanted you to grow old and have babies. I can give you none of that, Bella, and you deserve so much more.”
I focused on answering him instead of the way he was making me feel. “I only want you. None of it would mean anything without you.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against my skin. “All my reasons for leaving - no matter how good I thought they were - were wrong. I wanted to keep you out of my supernatural world, to keep you safe, and you found your way into it anyway.” He pressed a kiss to neck. “So stubborn. Going to such great lengths to get me back here.”
I let myself smile a little. “You can’t get rid of me.”
“I’m glad.” He slowly lifted my shirt over my head and flashed a wickedly crooked grin as he stared down at my chest. “And in the spirit of full disclosure, I’m also glad to have access to these now.”
TMWCBM readers: You'll have ch 33 out to you in a couple of days. I actually opted to work on its FGB outtake last week instead of finishing the chapter. I still have two more FGB obligations left, but once they've been fulfilled, the schedule should go back as it was.
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His golden eyes weighed heavily with regret as he stared back at me. “I have so much to make up for,” he whispered.
I steeled myself. Now was as good of a time as any to talk about this. “Why’d you go?”
“I thought I was protecting you.” He looked away from me and frowned. “I thought I wasn’t any good for you.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “How could you ever think that?”
He sighed. “Bella, look at what I brought into your life. James. Jasper. And now Victoria. I’ve brought you nothing but danger.”
“You didn’t bring that to me,” I argued. “I’m a danger magnet, remember?”
His lips quirked. “I remember.”
“I…” I took a deep breath so that I didn’t cry. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore. You said-”
“I lied,” he said emphatically. “I have never stopped loving you.”
My brow furrowed. “But… I don’t understand.”
“A piece of me died that day, Bella.” He grabbed my hands. “You didn’t put up a fight. You just believed me. How could you ever think that I didn’t love you?”
“Because it didn’t make sense. You’re you… And I’m me. You always kept your distance, like maybe there was a part of you that didn’t want to be with me-”
His lips abruptly cut off anything else I was going to say. His mouth moved avidly with mine as passion erupted between us. I moaned and clung to him as his hands touched everywhere. The chill, the speed, made me dizzy with desire. In one swift move, he’d laid us on our sides and had my leg hitched around his hip, grinding me against him.
He broke the kiss and made an icy trail over my jaw to my ear as his fingers found my nipple underneath my shirt. “I always wanted to be with you,” he whispered. “But I wanted something more for you. I wanted you to be normal. Human. I wanted you to grow old and have babies. I can give you none of that, Bella, and you deserve so much more.”
I focused on answering him instead of the way he was making me feel. “I only want you. None of it would mean anything without you.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against my skin. “All my reasons for leaving - no matter how good I thought they were - were wrong. I wanted to keep you out of my supernatural world, to keep you safe, and you found your way into it anyway.” He pressed a kiss to neck. “So stubborn. Going to such great lengths to get me back here.”
I let myself smile a little. “You can’t get rid of me.”
“I’m glad.” He slowly lifted my shirt over my head and flashed a wickedly crooked grin as he stared down at my chest. “And in the spirit of full disclosure, I’m also glad to have access to these now.”
Monday, July 19, 2010
WYWG Ch 2 Teaser
“I need to contact the elders,” Sam interjected. “Find out where they want to go from here.”
In a move so fast I almost didn’t see it, Edward bent down to where his pants lay pooled on the ground and then held out his cell phone to Sam. “Would this help?”
“It would,” Sam acknowledged. “Thank you.”
Edward’s lips twitched with a smile at some unspoken thought of Sam’s. “Of course,” he replied.
He bent down to retrieve the rest of his clothes, handing me his boxers so that I had something other than his half-destroyed shirt covering me up.
I smirked down at the huge, gaping hole at the side of the button up after I’d slipped on his boxers. I’d obviously gotten a little carried away.
Edward saw the look on my face and chuckled. “What are you over there thinking about?”
I immediately blushed. “Nothing.”
“It’s something.”
The blush on my cheeks deepened. “I was just noticing how… carried away I got.”
He shook his head and flashed a crooked grin as he pulled me to him. “I can’t wait to do that again,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes darted up from the blade of grass that had become so interesting in all of this. “Yeah?”
“My God, yes.”
I giggled and watched Sam come back over to hand Edward his phone. “The elders want to meet. You’ve been invited.”
“You’re fucking joking!” Paul shouted from behind us. “They invited the bloodsucker? What about the treaty?”
Sam laughed once. “I think the treaty’s dead, Paul. We’re currently standing in Cullen territory, and Edward’s not made an attempt to remove us-”
Paul rolled his eyes as he cut him off. “Whatever, we’ll take ourselves back to Quileute land and not come back. The leech can stay here. All are happy. The end.”
Sam exhaled sharply. “He’s her imprint, you idiot. Nothing you say or do is going to change that. You don’t have to like it, but you do have to accept it.” Sam turned his attention to everyone else. “Council meeting in thirty minutes. Let’s move.”
In a move so fast I almost didn’t see it, Edward bent down to where his pants lay pooled on the ground and then held out his cell phone to Sam. “Would this help?”
“It would,” Sam acknowledged. “Thank you.”
Edward’s lips twitched with a smile at some unspoken thought of Sam’s. “Of course,” he replied.
He bent down to retrieve the rest of his clothes, handing me his boxers so that I had something other than his half-destroyed shirt covering me up.
I smirked down at the huge, gaping hole at the side of the button up after I’d slipped on his boxers. I’d obviously gotten a little carried away.
Edward saw the look on my face and chuckled. “What are you over there thinking about?”
I immediately blushed. “Nothing.”
“It’s something.”
The blush on my cheeks deepened. “I was just noticing how… carried away I got.”
He shook his head and flashed a crooked grin as he pulled me to him. “I can’t wait to do that again,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes darted up from the blade of grass that had become so interesting in all of this. “Yeah?”
“My God, yes.”
I giggled and watched Sam come back over to hand Edward his phone. “The elders want to meet. You’ve been invited.”
“You’re fucking joking!” Paul shouted from behind us. “They invited the bloodsucker? What about the treaty?”
Sam laughed once. “I think the treaty’s dead, Paul. We’re currently standing in Cullen territory, and Edward’s not made an attempt to remove us-”
Paul rolled his eyes as he cut him off. “Whatever, we’ll take ourselves back to Quileute land and not come back. The leech can stay here. All are happy. The end.”
Sam exhaled sharply. “He’s her imprint, you idiot. Nothing you say or do is going to change that. You don’t have to like it, but you do have to accept it.” Sam turned his attention to everyone else. “Council meeting in thirty minutes. Let’s move.”
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 34 Teaser
As Sam slid the creamy yellow file folder toward me, my heart jumped into my throat. It seemed so harmless, yet so lethal at the same time. The papers were stacked thickly inside, showing me how much research and investigation Sam had done for me. Everything about James Eliot was inside; his place of birth, college transcripts, where he frequently hung out. It all was sitting there, waiting for me to lay it all out and solve the riddle. The answers I wanted were all right in front of me, and now, I couldn’t bring myself to look at them.
Because it would change everything.
I swallowed hard and let my hand creep out to open the folder, only to snatch it back into my lap. I wrung my hands together and tried to remember to breathe, but even though I was concentrating on the deep, even breaths of air moving in and out of my body, I still felt like I was suffocating.
“I can’t.”
Edward wrapped his arm around me comfortingly. “Yes, you can.”
I shook my head obstinately. “No. I can’t. I mean, my God, what if-“
Sam interrupted me. “Bella, no one says you have to look at this. I can just take the file back to the office and destroy it if you want.”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You wouldn’t tell Edward what it was over the phone because it was that important to tell me in person and now you’re… just willing to take it back with you without me ever looking at it?”
Sam smiled. “Well…”
“I’m confused. It’s either so bad I need the two of you around to call the ambulance when I have a heart attack, or it’s no big deal at all and you have some kind of flare for the dramatic. Which is it? Because frankly, both of those options piss me off.”
Edward coughed a laugh next to me.
Sam’s smile widened. “I see why Jasper and Alice like you so much.” He took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “All right, here it is. It’s important information. Information that could, if you choose to let it, change your life. But there’s no danger if you never know. James is, for the most part, a very balanced individual.”
“How is that possible?” Edward asked in shock.
“Well, it seems that until he started digging into Bella’s background, James Eliot’s only offenses were minor traffic infractions,” Sam replied. “No more than your average citizen.”
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No cliffie this chapter. Promise.
Because it would change everything.
I swallowed hard and let my hand creep out to open the folder, only to snatch it back into my lap. I wrung my hands together and tried to remember to breathe, but even though I was concentrating on the deep, even breaths of air moving in and out of my body, I still felt like I was suffocating.
“I can’t.”
Edward wrapped his arm around me comfortingly. “Yes, you can.”
I shook my head obstinately. “No. I can’t. I mean, my God, what if-“
Sam interrupted me. “Bella, no one says you have to look at this. I can just take the file back to the office and destroy it if you want.”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You wouldn’t tell Edward what it was over the phone because it was that important to tell me in person and now you’re… just willing to take it back with you without me ever looking at it?”
Sam smiled. “Well…”
“I’m confused. It’s either so bad I need the two of you around to call the ambulance when I have a heart attack, or it’s no big deal at all and you have some kind of flare for the dramatic. Which is it? Because frankly, both of those options piss me off.”
Edward coughed a laugh next to me.
Sam’s smile widened. “I see why Jasper and Alice like you so much.” He took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “All right, here it is. It’s important information. Information that could, if you choose to let it, change your life. But there’s no danger if you never know. James is, for the most part, a very balanced individual.”
“How is that possible?” Edward asked in shock.
“Well, it seems that until he started digging into Bella’s background, James Eliot’s only offenses were minor traffic infractions,” Sam replied. “No more than your average citizen.”
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No cliffie this chapter. Promise.
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 32 Teaser
I'm so mean... apologies all around.
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The lights dimmed and so did my nerves as the ceremony began. Actors and actresses took the stage in their general splendor, and until the moment that Jacob walked to the podium, it had all honestly flown right by me. I didn’t know who half of these people were here, so I was just content to sit and spend time with Edward.
Edward got up during a commercial break and disappeared through the door that led backstage. I fidgeted in my seat, my nerves suddenly finding root in the pit of my stomach again, until I saw the lights shine down on Edward. He seemed so at ease up there, reading from the teleprompter. I’d never seen him in action, not even on set in Vancouver. He was enamoring. Spectacular in his talent. His eyes flicked to me, and his smile widened as he took in the idiotic grin that was coupled with my pride.
It wasn’t long after Edward’s return that the champagne got the best of me, and I had to excuse myself from the table and find the bathroom.
I washed my hands and checked my makeup, because even though I was far from the conceited actors and actresses surrounding me, I didn’t want to look like a complete jerk on camera.
The door closing echoed throughout the cavernous bathroom, and I heard the click of shoes move toward me. I went to dry my hands and waited for the moment that the woman would appear and I’d have to dive into super-polite flattery to inflate the ego that was already near bursting point, when James turned the corner and stopped, appraising my reaction carefully.
I nearly slammed myself against the sink but caught myself. I threw my used napkins in the trash and, struggling for nonchalance, swallowed hard so that I could speak.
“What the hell is it with you? First a fitting room, now a bathroom?” I shouted. My voice was shrill with fear.
“It’s not what you think. I…” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I can’t get anywhere near you to explain. I had to try something. I couldn’t even come near you on the red carpet.”
With everything going on outside, I hadn’t given his presence a thought. Which was incredibly stupid on my part. James was part of the press; he could get into these kinds of events with just a flash of his badge.
“Just let me explain,” he continued.
“Explain what? That you’re a creepy little perv?”
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I'll post tomorrow. Promise :)
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The lights dimmed and so did my nerves as the ceremony began. Actors and actresses took the stage in their general splendor, and until the moment that Jacob walked to the podium, it had all honestly flown right by me. I didn’t know who half of these people were here, so I was just content to sit and spend time with Edward.
Edward got up during a commercial break and disappeared through the door that led backstage. I fidgeted in my seat, my nerves suddenly finding root in the pit of my stomach again, until I saw the lights shine down on Edward. He seemed so at ease up there, reading from the teleprompter. I’d never seen him in action, not even on set in Vancouver. He was enamoring. Spectacular in his talent. His eyes flicked to me, and his smile widened as he took in the idiotic grin that was coupled with my pride.
It wasn’t long after Edward’s return that the champagne got the best of me, and I had to excuse myself from the table and find the bathroom.
I washed my hands and checked my makeup, because even though I was far from the conceited actors and actresses surrounding me, I didn’t want to look like a complete jerk on camera.
The door closing echoed throughout the cavernous bathroom, and I heard the click of shoes move toward me. I went to dry my hands and waited for the moment that the woman would appear and I’d have to dive into super-polite flattery to inflate the ego that was already near bursting point, when James turned the corner and stopped, appraising my reaction carefully.
I nearly slammed myself against the sink but caught myself. I threw my used napkins in the trash and, struggling for nonchalance, swallowed hard so that I could speak.
“What the hell is it with you? First a fitting room, now a bathroom?” I shouted. My voice was shrill with fear.
“It’s not what you think. I…” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I can’t get anywhere near you to explain. I had to try something. I couldn’t even come near you on the red carpet.”
With everything going on outside, I hadn’t given his presence a thought. Which was incredibly stupid on my part. James was part of the press; he could get into these kinds of events with just a flash of his badge.
“Just let me explain,” he continued.
“Explain what? That you’re a creepy little perv?”
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