“I can’t believe you made it fit!”
“Of course I made it fit, Bella. I’m a guy. This is the shit I was made to do.” Edward wiped the sweat from his brow and collapsed onto Bella’s couch, which was now wedged in the corner of Alice’s living room. “Thank god that’s done. I’m never moving you again.”
“Never?” Bella plopped on the couch next to him, settling her feet on his lap. “Not even if I make you another Funfetti cake?”
“How about…” Bella poked her toe into Edward’s chest. “Sexual favors?”
“Now you’re talking.” He captured her foot, tickling it before massaging the sole. Bella sighed and rested her head against the couch.
“Do you think we’ll live together again someday?” she asked.