She answered on the first ring, her face makeup-free and her hair in a messy bun. It struck me as soon as she answered just how magnificent she looked, from the subtle freckles dotting her skin to her wide eyes and long lashes. I’d noticed before—more times than I could count, really— how pretty she was, but this was the first time I’d felt it so vividly. Well, except for the time I was with Rosalie. And I didn’t like it. At all. Interrupting my confused thoughts, she smiled before saying, “Calling me to prove I guessed right?” I smirked. “Something like that, yeah.”
