My Boss the Panty Snatcher

Chapter 3- In Which She Doesn't Get The Last Word

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Chapter 3- In which She Doesn't Get The Last Word

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The silence between us all was deafening as we all sat awkwardly on our small couches. I couldn't find the words to say and for once I was upset that Edward's big mouth wasn't prattling on.

I shifted on the couch trying not to make eye contact with him. He still seemed to look the same as he did 2 years ago when I saw him last. His hair disarray mostly likely from the strong winds outside, his jaw was still angular and his lips still plump and rosy. A flare of annoyance kindled inside me at the revelation of him having not changed a bit. Here I was here rapidly changing before my eyes whenever I looked in the mirror and here he was not looking a day over 28.

Edward looked at me as I looked away but I had feeling that I would escape his icy and judging gaze.

" So..." Miguel started off finally breaking the silence. I didn't know if I was grateful for the push for conversation.

" Aline there's no need for you to be embarrassed that I caught you-"

I couldn't stop the look of horror as I began to realize what he was hinting at. I shook my head as I felt heat rise quickly to my cheeks. " God no!" I exclaimed a little too loudly, " I'm not embarrassed." I murmured crossing my arms across my chest. This conversation was going to go down downhill very fast if we stayed on this topic longer.

He gave me a small smirk and I looked away quickly.

" Why are you here so early?" I tried to keep the annoyance and impatience from my voice but I think he picked up on it anyway. He always had a knack for that even as we were kids.

" Well I can't be eager to see my baby sister." he teased. I tried to keep the scowl off my face. If he was so keen on seeing his so called baby sister then he would've made more of an effort to keep up with me.

" Really, why are you here so early?" I asked picking at the fraying edge of the couch cushion.

" Relax Aline," he smiled at me, " It's just a day early I'm sure you won't die." His tone was meant to be reassuring but I wasn't at all. I was uncomfortable with the fact and he knew it. And I hated him for it.

" I won't but you will if I stay in a room with you longer than 5 minutes." I muttered quietly under my breath so I knew he wouldn't hear.

" You at least could've called." I grumbled. I was more upset over the fact that I haven't had time to mentally prepare. I haven't been preparing at all though I know I should've.

He leaned back on the couch, stretching himself out before looking at me candidly. " I didn't have time, it was a quick last minute decision. I see you're clearly bothered by this and I'm sorry." His tone was sincere and I found myself wanting to believe him. I gave him a slight nod since I didn't trust myself to speak. I had a hard time believing him, I had made the mistake one too many times before in the past and I didn't want to make the mistake again.

" Are you hungry?" I asked quickly to eliminate the heavy uncomfortable silence. I needed to go through the motions to get him out of my house and through the night.