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    The Art Of Online Dating

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    Chapter 5: College, Blue, and Baby Eddie

    BPOV

    I couldn't get the image of the person standing outside of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, the image burned the back of my lids, forcing them to fly open again. It felt like this went on for an hour, but when I looked at the clock, it had only been five minutes. Just as I settled back into bed, I saw the shadow again, except this time I could see that he/she were leaning into the window, cupping his/her hands against the window, trying to see in. I held back a scream, as I scooted as close to my headboard as I could get. I knew that the person couldn't see me, but it scared me nonetheless.

    Then, I heard it, the muffled sounds of someone calling my name. I realized it was coming from the window. “Bella? Bella? Are you in there?” I heard a surprisingly comforting voice say. My heart fluttered at the thought. Edward had come to visit me. He was as hooked to me as I was to him in the short amount of time we had spent together. I crawled out of bed and went to the window. I peeked through the blinds to see that it was indeed my Greek God in the flesh, his pale skin illuminated by the light of the moon, making him even more drool-worthy.

    I opened the blinds, which startled him a little, but then the familiar smile filled his face. I found myself smiling in return and then remembered that it was near midnight and the boy I had only met a few hours ago, was standing outside my window. I cracked the window open and started whispering to him.

    “What are you doing here? How did you know this was my room?” I whispered urgently.

    He smiled sheepishly, “I couldn't help it. I had to see you. I don't know what it is. It's like you're a drug and I'm already hooked to you. And about the room, I don't know I just guessed.”

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