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    The Art Of Online Dating

    “You're a terrible actress, love.” he said into my ear, chuckling under his breath.

    I let out a disgruntled sigh, throwing my arms out of the covers and peering at him through one eye.

    “And here I thought you couldn't look cuter.” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

    He smelled minty fresh, as his sweet breath fanned out across my lips. I immediately placed a hand over my mouth, making his mouth meet my hand instead of my lips. He pulled back and frowned, his brows furrowing together.

    “Mrrng brff.” I mumbled through the hand that still covered my mouth.

    “Come again?” he said smirking and turning his head to the side, cupping a hand around his ear as if he was hard of hearing.

    I let out another sigh and uncovered my mouth.

    “I said morning—“ I was cut off by his lips molding to mine.

    His kiss was even more delicious than it smelled. He tasted like mint and marshmallow and a taste that could only be described as Edward.

    “Breath.” I finished, ironically out of breath when he finally broke the kiss.

    “Tasted fine to me.” he said winking and walking over to his dresser.

    He opened up the top drawer.

    “Oh. You can take a shower. Alice dropped off some clothes for you. They're already in the bathroom.” he said, not turning from the drawer he was rummaging through.

    I made my way back over to the bathroom again, but just as I was halfway through the doorway, I heard the distinct sound of his towel hitting the floor. It took everything in me not to turn around and steal a glance at all the glory that was Edward.

    I walked fully into the bathroom and shut the door, slumping against it. I needed to keep my hormones in check before I ended up jumping the poor guy.

    I calmed down and took a quick shower. I found the fluffy sweater and skinny jeans Alice had dropped off. The outfit wasn't what bothered me about the clothing laid before me. It was the underwear that was supposed to go underneath.

    They were a deep, royal blue and all lace. You could see right through them.

    I looked at the sad excuse for underwear contemptuously, by finally slid them on instead of going commando. Like these make much of a difference. I thought, as I slid on the rest of the outfit.

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