Chapter 128

• I can feel Edward's thumbs slip under the hem of the t-shirt I am wearing. The simple brush of his cool fingers against my bare stomach makes my entire lower body clench. I drag my bottom lip into my mouth to stifle a moan, but then quickly realize that his eyes are locked on my mouth and it becomes apparent that his control is balancing on the edge of a sword. Is it bad that I want him to tip over and lose control?
• The sudden alarm of the timer on the stove slices through the sexual tension that has risen between us and we both jump. Edward quickly releases me and moves to the oven where he pulls out a large pan of lasagna. The smell that immediately hits my nose makes my stomach rumble again and I can feel my cheeks heat at the loud noises coming from my screaming belly. Edward simply smiles knowingly in my direction.
• I can't believe that Edward was able to make an entire pan of lasagna in the time I spent in the bathroom, so I quickly step up to inspect what he has just pulled out of the oven. How the hell? The question I am asking myself must be written across my face, because I'm surprised by Edward's chuckle.