Edward returned to the kitchen in about ten minutes. He was freshly showered, a few droplets of water were still clinging to his face and hair, making me want to walk closer to him and wipe it all away... or lick it away...
I gave myself a mental shake as well as a slap on the wrist. I needed to keep myself in check as it was clear that I was out of control.
He was dressed in a fresh t-shirt and sweats that fitted him perfectly as always. It feels a bit unfair that most of the time he looked like he had stepped off of a runway or a magazine cover. Like how can you be real? Frustrated with my own reaction to him I forced myself to turn away from him as I reached to put away one of the pans that I used.
He walked in from behind me and pulled me close to his chest, his hands slipping arou
