“Ambrose prattled on, but I didn’t pay attention.” Edward lifts one of those gorgeous eyebrows and looks at me in a way that makes my heart leap into my throat. “I know we’re not here to watch the film.” “I’m here to watch the film.” “Please, Brianna. I am not clueless. This flat theatre is where modern people go to revel in lascivious acts.” Edward runs his tongue along his upper lip, and I cannot swallow, I cannot breathe.
