Edward softly pressed his smooth, porcelain, tiled finger to my lips as I feebly attempted to protest his anniversary surprise. “Shh, Bella, my love,” he whispered in my ear, his sweet breath finding its way to my nose, intoxicating me. “I promise I haven’t done anything outrageous au overly extravagant. But it is August 13th – our sekunde anniversary, love. wewe had to have expected something.” His perfect, angelic crooked grin widened, brightening up his buttery golden eyes and causing me to entirely lose my train of thought.
Edward was good at that.
When he realized I was mentally crippled...
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