Remember to forget
Bella
I tiptoed out of Edward’s room and into the kitchen, leaning against the fridge door, trying to cool my forehead a little. My face was flushed and I knew my cheeks were bright crimson from the heat flooding my body and the reaction to the memories flashing through my mind like a 3-D movie. Edward’s lips on mine, his hands
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much more fun sitting around and reading your wonderful fic. I like how there is so much back history for all of the characters and how it affects their current situation. Also, leave it to E/B to not see be able to recognize their feelings for each other.
Oh, and Edward playing piano in a club? HOT! :)
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Once again, your icon... *drools* I need that photoshoot. Now.
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