His hands slid up my jeans and rested at my hips. I stood, attempting to keep our mouths connected, but failing. Taking his hand I led him inside silently. Passing the couch and the kitchenette I headed for the bedroom.
Edward watched as I stopped just in front of his bed, my hands resting on his chest. Swallowing hard, I did my best to find my voice. “Edward, you are completely right, and I’m sorry. You need to know now that I am not good for you - nowhere near good enough. You deserve someone normal, someone with a bright, happy, fluffy past.” I paid him the same respect he had afforded me, supplying him full eye contact. I wanted him to understand - he needed to make this choice.
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