“What can I do?” he murmured.
“Come here?” I pleaded, reaching back with one hand and pulling him closer. He put his hands on my hips with barely any pressure and deliberately held his body away from mine, even when I pushed back to try and meet him.
“Bella…”
“I need you closer,” I explained, then groaned in discomfort. Not again…
“I’m going to get Di-”
“No!” I lifted my head much too quickly, then dropped it back down again as the nausea intensified. “Edward, I don’t need Didyme, okay? I need…” everything to sort itself out so I don’t regret not taking Didyme’s keys and leaving like we both wanted to. “I need comfort, so please… Come clo- Ugh, fuck…”
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