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"You're really cute when you blush," I said.
"I could say the same." He smiled. "I know I sound like a prepubescent kid, but I really like
you."
I got up and stood at his side. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I kissed the top of his
head and said, "I really like you, too."
I spent the rest of the day just being with Edward. We sat on the couch watching movies and
eating junk food all day long. It was nice, sitting tucked into Edward's side, his arm casually
wrapped around me.
"We have to eat something healthy," I griped as Edward tried to convince me that dinner was
unnecessary.
"But I don't want to move," he groaned.
"Only you could spend two weeks on bed rest and be too lazy to make food," I giggled.
"Hey! I'm not lazy, I'm sick."
"Can't you be both?"
He shoved my shoulder playfully, and I hefted myself off the couch and padded into the
kitchen. I decided to make some pasta and chicken; try to balance the junk food with a low fat
meal. We sat down to eat in silence, the only noise the occasional scraping of cutlery across
plates.
"I'm really tired all of a sudden," Edward yawned.
"Typical male," I smirked. "Full stomach, off to bed. Come on, lets get you through."
I had to help Edward through. I worried that he had over done it on his first day back on his
feet. I knew he hadn't done much, but he still needed lots of rest. As soon as he sat down on
the bed, Edward slumped down and fell asleep. I shook my head and went back into the living
room to watch some more TV before sleeping.
The next day I really had to go into work. I had taken off the two weeks so that Edward wasn't
alone while he couldn't take care of himself, but my shop and studio had been closed and I
didn't want to lose any more customers than I had.
"I don't want you to go," Edward grumbled, "I'll be alone all day."
"You won't, you'll have Jake," I said.
"That mutt hates me, and you can't deny it."
"True, but he's company of a sort."
"Hey, why don't I come with you?" Edward suddenly asked.
"Come to work with me?" I wasn't sure if he got that I was going to actually be working.
"Yeah, I could hang out and help a bit," he said.
I thought about it for a moment before replying.
"Sure, but if you get in my way I will leave you at home tomorrow," I warned.
"Why do I feel like a child all of a sudden?"
"Because you are a child," I said, sticking my tongue out. Before I could react, he had leaned
over and took my tongue into his mouth. I groaned as I tasted Edward. He had a unique
flavour, one that I loved and wanted to taste every day that I could.
"Get dressed mister," I said breathlessly as we broke apart.
Half an hour later we were at the studio. Edward had brought his guitar along and was
planning to occupy himself with it when he could. I had a small jewellery company coming
on to do a shoot, and almost instantly after they arrived, Edward was entertaining models with
his songs while I set up some of the non-modelled jewellery shots. The company had insisted
on doing it all in one day, and I told them that it would be more expensive but they refused to
listen.
Of course, the fact that Edward was handsome enough to be a model himself meant that all of
the girls, especially Lauren and Jessica, were throwing themselves at him. I knew that I
should be jealous with all of those models draping themselves over Edward, but when he
looked at me and mouthed 'help me!' I knew that I had nothing to worry about.
Just as I was about to call the models for their shots, I saw one of them, Lauren, swat
Edward's chest. However, not knowing that he was injured meant her swat wasn't a light,
playful tap, but a full on hit right on his bad side. I ran over but it was too late. Edward
dropped his guitar and his face went white. He slumped back in the chair and I could see his
jaw was tense.
"Edward? Can you move?" I asked.
"No," he groaned, "Why?"
"I need to check you. The doctor said of you get hit I need to check for new bruising," I said.
Edward nodded and I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his side. I heard a few gasps
whistles from behind us, but they weren't wolf whistles. They were the models noticing
Edward's torso. He still had bruises, no new ones thankfully, and though his stitches were
gone, there were three very obvious angry red lines where the wounds had been.
"I didn't hit him that hard," Lauren squeaked.
"Of course that wasn't you, Lauren," one of the male models, Paul, said, rolling his eyes,
"Dude, who did you piss off?"
"Alright, this isn't a show," I snapped. "Everybody get into places." I turned to Edward and
kissed his lips lightly. "Not the way I imagined stripping you off for the first time," I
whispered. He blushed slightly, as I did when I heard Paul shouting 'Get a room!'.
The rest of the shoot was uneventful, but I was worried about Edward. After Lauren hit him
he went very quiet. Even when the day was over and everyone was gone, Edward wasn't
talking. We drove home in silence. Ate dinner in silence. After dinner, he sat on the couch and
I sat next to him, but he pulled me into his side.
"Why so quiet?" I asked.
"It's nothing," he said.
"Please just tell me what you're thinking; it's driving me mad not knowing."
Edward looked at me for a moment before grabbing me and placing a searing kiss on my lips.
I was surprised, but not in a bad way. We both shifted our bodies so that we were pressed up
against each other, when Edward suddenly pulled back. I could tell straight away that the
problem was he was in too much pain.
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