I couldn’t sleep. I restlessly lay in bed, nearly all of my thoughts focused on Edward. I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
I don’t know how many times I’d run through my evening with him in the coffee shop. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured him vividly.
What was it about him that kept me awake?
I repeatedly replayed our kiss—his body stepping close to mine, the strong grip of his long fingers around my waist, the warmth that emanated from his firm thighs as he stood between mine.
I groaned at the memory.
I felt his soft breath as he whispered in my ear, and when he said he’d do anything for me, a wave of passionate heat rolled through my body.
I recalled his intense stare as he leaned in to kiss me. His eyes were a mix of subtle shades of green surrounded by long, thick lashes. Did he really flutter them just before our lips connected? He certainly did by the time I was on my fifth or sixth replay.
It was such a delicious kiss, short but oh so sweet. I parted my lips and tried to remember the feel of his touch, the warmth and moisture as he moved sensitively against my mouth. My whole being shuddered with the resonating hum of pleasure that had begun in Edward’s throat and was now spreading through me to every cell of my body.
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