EDWARD AND BELLA

The perfect sparkle of Edwards flesh now only made Bella recall his waning sexual prowess. Sparkles were for cupcakes and cheerleader outfits. As he droned on and on at the twilight table about something to do with blood and high fructose corn syrup she began to ponder what it would be like to fuck a zombie. Rotting flesh might be cold. But, damn! It was making her feel oh so hot!