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"Don't you have a jacket?" His voice was disapproving.
"Yes." I looked at the empty bench next to me. "Oh -- I left it in Jessica's car," I realized.
Edward was shrugging out of his jacket. I suddenly realized that I had never once noticed what he
was
wearing -- not just tonight, but ever. I just couldn't seem to look away from his face. I made
myself look
now, focusing. He was removing a light beige leather jacket now; underneath he wore an ivory
turtleneck
sweater. It fit him snugly, emphasizing how muscular his chest was.
He handed me the jacket, interrupting my ogling.
"Thanks," I said again, sliding my arms into his jacket. It was cold -- the way my jacket felt
when I first
picked it up in the morning, hanging in the drafty hallway. I shivered again. It smelled amazing. I
inhaled,
trying to identify the delicious scent. It didn't smell like cologne. The sleeves were much too
long; I
shoved them back so I could free my hands.
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