This is how I picture Edward at dinner- a little disheveled, a little tense... Looks good, but not that good... If he looked too beautiful how could Bee resist?
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Edward sat at the table, his gaze landing on Bella and all his “control” went to shit. He couldn’t stop watching her. He wanted her so bad, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. He loved the way her fingers curled around the beer bottle, how her lips wrapped around it, her throat moved as she swallowed, and the way her tongue came out to catch the drops of beer that were left behind on her lips.
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