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    “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t do him justice…”
    “I told you he was hot!”
    “Yeah, but not that hot, not smokin’ hot, on fire. Shit my eyes were almost burning just looking at him.”
    “Did you see his eyes? Definitely has the best eyes, sandy brown with cinnamon specks. His bottom lip is so suck-able.”
    “Dark hair short on the side, floppy handle bar locks on the top. He’s fucking built too. You can tell. I wonder what he’s hiding under that shirt?”
    “He has a lot going on under there,” I smirked.
    “Oh yeah? I knew it, you’ve fallen off the Diet wagon haven’t you?” I started to explain but she interrupted. “You feasted on that body. Damn! I should have known by the way he looked at you. He was fucking you with his eyes the whole time!”
    “No! Wrong, that didn’t happen. I pierced his nipple, he had to take his shirt…”
    “You what! Oh my God this just keeps getting better. Wait don’t tell me, we need wine for this.”
    “It wasn’t a big deal. He talked me through it….”
    “No damn it please make this story a good one. Describe how it all went down, details girl!”
    After an hour she was satisfied with my story. She was however not accepting that he was not interested in me. I mean I wasn’t really either, but I had made-up romantic notions by the bundles over the guys I had slept with over the years. Well until Dex. That was kind of it. No more romantic notions about being the love of someone’s life, the apple of their eye, center of their world. There was no prince to come to my door toting a glass slipper, or a beast to be tamed by my love. Not for me, not ever. You know what, that’s fine with me. I was alright with who I am—finally.
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    I tried my hardest to fall back asleep. I wanted the dream to continue. Oh dear God, please just five more minutes. I needed this damn dream to continue! It was the hottest dream about a certain tall, dark, sandy brown eyed, suckable bottom lipped, piece of man candy, I had ever seen.
    I heard someone outside my door. Tiffany probably had an early morning date . I pulled the covers up tight and covered my head with my Henry pillow. Henry’s my body pillow. I wrap myself around him, or it at night. Yes his name is Henry after Henry Cavell. My go-to guy when the pressure mounts up enough that I have to pull out Edward. Yes Edward Cullen—well not really him but my vibrating toy that’s named after the vampire who completely made me believe that kind of love existed. And yes, I picture his face when I get off. Yes, I masturbate to the picture of Edward Cullen. Don’t judge there’s something very naughty about him, well not him the vibrator or him the image, him as in Robert Pattinson. He’s got sex appeal, and that very hot British accent. Fuck Jacob, I want Edward!
    I snuggled Henry tight and though t about Zandor. I knew I was pushing it with time since Tiff was already up so I scooted my ass to the edge of my very comfy bed and reached over pulling out the drawer of my nightstand, or as I like to think of it, Cullen Manor. I wasn’t willing to uncover my head so I pulled out the drawer and blindly reached inside. The little bastard was at the back of the manor so I reached farther.
    “Fuck!” I whipped the covers off and sat up and reached in deeper when I heard someone clear their throat.
    I jumped up when I saw him. “You need some help?”
    Oh why , why, why!
    “What are you doing here?” I didn’t mean to snap but I was really embarrassed and thank God , Edward was hiding on me CAN YOU IMAGINE? “Yes, no…”
    “Which is it , Bekah?” He started walking toward me and I slammed the door to Cullen Manor.
    He was enjoying himself, eyes dancing, and smirk trying to play on his lips, that cocky fucker!
    “Bekah, you have a hard time making up your mind all the time?”
    “Nope. I don’t need your help. I need a shower, can you give me five minutes?” I threw the blankets on my bed and looked back at