“I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me,” he chuckled. He seemed to have recovered his good humor. “Do you have a multiple personality disorder?” I asked severely. “You’re doing it again.” I sighed. “Fine then. What do you want to ask?” “I was wondering if, a week from Saturday—you know, the day of the spring dance—” “Are you trying to be funny?” I interrupted him, wheeling toward him. My face got drenched as I looked up at his expression. His eyes were wickedly amused. “Will you please allow me to finish?” I bit my lip and clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers, so
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Edward is so coy and sly tbh like I forgot how he is in the books
