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Edward woke up at reveille. He grimaced as he sat up, reminded of last night’s events by several bruises. He stretched, recalling. Last night was...interesting. And Heather - what was he going to say to her? That was probably the worst night of her life. You’d better think of something quick. She’s only a couple of tents down. He stood, putting ( Read more... )
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Loved the chapter.
She paused, not wanting to say what she did remember; she didn’t want to tell him what she remembered for fear that she’d imagined it all. That if it hadn’t happened, she would be embarrassed discussing it with him. Nothing like telling a guy you’d kissed him - but only in your mind.
First - sneaky! :D But it goes to show just how much shock she was in that she can't remember if it was real or not. And if only what happened to the cat wasn't real... :(
I loved Beck being a gentleman and not mentioning the kiss to her - at this point. They can always discuss it later...
Leave it to Heather to be stubborn, even when he's trying to protect her. *shakes head*
He stood, still holding her hand. She rose with him, and was surprised when his arms suddenly went around her, nearly crushing her. She did have to admit she’d never felt safer than she did right now. Nothing in the world could penetrate this embrace.*shmoop* That's me...melting... gu-uh ( ... )
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