Edward's POV
There wasn't a single night when she wouldn't play a song in her room being quite inconsiderate that it was loud enough for me to listen to it. The songs were soothing and in a way telling stories about her. Contrary to what I had thought, I liked them as I kept adding those songs to my playlist. She was a little weird, but I was more. Every night I would start to close my eyes as soon as she would play those songs and get up before her to listen to her yawning when she gets up.
There was a smile playing on my lips as I combed my hair looking into the mirror. The douche bag hadn't made a move the first night it seems. Looks like he wants to look like a gentleman for a while. She was in her room before I was back. Something tells me it didn't go back.
I shouldn't.
I shoul
