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I groaned as the alarm went off. I had no desire to get up — or for Edward to leave. Not after we’d finally come to an understanding last night. Hearing him talk to Emmett, how he feared that our loving each other might not be enough…it had scared me. I’d still been angry about what had taken place in the pool, in front of our teammates, no less, but to hear Edward’s fears spoken out loud like that was like being dunked in ice water.
I hadn’t known what to do, how to process everything I was feeling, so I’d clung to the anger. It seemed silly now — stupid, even. Then when we got home, I’d run for cover – equal parts pissed at myself, at Edward, and at everything that had happened.
And then Edward had started to play the piano. His music had drawn me out, because I could hear all of his frustrations in it — all of his fears. Fears that so closely mirrored my own. They tore at my heart, forcing me to try to reach out to him. I needed him so much. Continue reading
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