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morning," he teases.
"Two segments! I only talked about it for two segments!" I exclaim, laughing with him.
He's right, though. I overdid it a little. Newton threw a fit the likes of which I haven't heard since the
morning of the infamous ass conversation. At the post-show meeting, he even accused me of being a
braggadocio. I accused him of trying to use the dictionary dot com word of the day in a complete
sentence. We were probably both right. I declared it a draw.
When the game comes back on TV, we both quiet down. Cullen rubs light circles down my back, and
then I feel him bunching the fabric of the t-shirt in his fist, exposing my ass and lower back. His hand
rests at the base of my spine, fingers slipping just under the waistband of my lacy underwear. Soothed
by the touch of his thumb sliding gently, repetitively across my skin, I close my eyes and go back to
thinking about how great the last three weeks have been.
Honestly, I realize he's the reason this relationship is going so well. He's sweet and attentive, funny and
affectionate. He asks questions and listens with interest to the answers. He seems to value my opinion 
value me. When he looks at me with shining eyes and that crooked smile, my heart clenches so tightly
that it's almost painful.
I'm feeling pretty smug about my personal development, too, though. My freak outs have been less
frequent than before, and I'm learning how to handle them better& or maybe Cullen is learning how to
handle me better. Despite the fact that I've diligently tried to hide the worst parts of my nature, he seems
to have me figured out in a lot of ways. He has definitely learned not to push me too far  he knows I'll
panic and bolt.
"Bella?"
"Hmm?" I murmur without opening my eyes. Turning my head slightly, I press my lips against the warm
skin of his stomach.
"Look at me," he pleads.
The urgency in his voice immediately puts me on edge; my heart pounds slow and hard in my ears.
Reluctantly, I lift my head and turn to face him, using one hand to sweep my hair out of my face. When I
see his nervous expression, the heavy weight of dread settles in my chest. He reaches one hand down
to cup my upturned cheek.
"I love you."
Oh, crap, Cullen. What the hell are you doing?
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*Chapter 10*: Running a Reverse
A/N: I can't say thank you enough for the favorites, follows and reviews. :) I truly appreciate
them, even though I really totally suck at review replies lately.
I owe an enormous thank you to my great friend, Littlecat358. Her beta and plot progression
skills are unmatched. Another great friend, Michelle0526, preread the chapter...and I think
has an anniversary coming up tomorrow. ;) Thanks so much for all the help!
Random rambles below... feel free to skip.
The last month has been even crazier than usual around here as we prepared for my oldest
children's (twins) graduation. There were more activities and parties surrounding their eighth
grade graduation than my high school or college graduation! Things have changed. LOL It
was all fun and fantastic, though, despite the amount of whining I did about having every
single weekend in May completely consumed by their festivities.
Yesterday, someone at work told me I should have my own reality show. I'm not sure if that
was a compliment or a slam...
I found a pair of women's shoes under my bed a few days ago. They weren't mine. They were,
however, old lady shoes. I called my husband and told him if he's going to screw around, he
should be more careful... about who he does it with. ;) That's just sick. Luckily for him, his
mother (who is an old lady) claimed she left them here when she stayed with our kids several
weeks ago while we were both out of town for work. Likely story. Guess I'll let it slide this
time, though.
My mother, who normally scolds me for drinking when we go out to dinner, scolded me for
not drinking when we went out for my sister's birthday last week. It's possible she's gone
crackers... and I like her that way.
I'm going to have to work part of this holiday weekend and spend the rest of it with my
husband's family. I'm trying not to constantly complain about that. It's not working.
On that note, I'll zip it before I say anything incriminating. :)
Thanks for reading.
I love you& I love you& I love you.
Cullen's softly spoken words echo in my ears, drowning out the noise coming from the television across
the room. As my shock fades, joy and fear simultaneously erupt. My delighted heart flutters wildly, but
my chest constricts so tightly that I have to force myself to inhale and exhale several times. I blink slowly,
finding it difficult to keep my gaze matched with his  yet impossible to look away. All the while, we play
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