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Waffles: A Fictional Narrative

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Bella found Edward on the front porch the next morning. He was huddled on a small bench in the far corner smoking a cigarette. He brought his head up at the sound of the door opening and shutting. “Morning sweetheart,” he said teasingly as she approached him. “Good morning to you too handsome,” she giggled plopping down next to him. She had woken up to find his side of the bed cold indicating that he had been gone for a quite while. She felt a little awkward knowing what they did the night before but Edward seemed unbothered. He almost looked more relaxed than usual. The experience was wonderful for her but in some ways, it was not what she envisioned it would be like. It wasn’t the pain, although it did hurt at first, but she was expecting …show more content…

“You have a Waffle iron here that looks completely untouched.” “That’s because it is.” He pulled out a chair, sitting down with a grunt. Shadow sauntered into the kitchen lying down at Edward’s feet. “Somebody’s ready for his breakfast,” Edward laughed, getting up to fill Shadow’s bowl. A while after, Bella felt him behind her. He wrapped his arms around her bringing his lips to her ear, lightly nipping at the lobe. She dropped the wooden spoon she was using to mix. “I don’t remember getting a good morning kiss.” His voice was husky with what sounded like desire. She spun around in his arms, facing him now. “Your lips were occupied with something else,” she said with a shrug. “They’re unoccupied now,” he smirked, his arms sliding lower. She was wearing only shorts and one of his old t-shirts. He slipped his hand into he waistband of her pants, pausing. “And still no kiss.” Bella felt as if every nerve in her body was on fire. She stood up on the tips of her toes, bringing her lips to his. The tip of her tongue slowly traced his bottom lip as she brought her hand up running it through his hair. He removed his hands from her pants, dragging them slowly upward, underneath the large t-shirt toward the front of her body. Her breath caught in her throat as he cupped her breasts in his warm

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