Daily Spur Presents…Heroin?

Edward crept along the tree branch until he was right in Isabella’s breathing space. “You…” He closed his eyes and sniffed the air in an exaggerated fashion. “You.” He opened his eyes. “You are like my own. Personal. Brand. of…heeeerrrrooooin.”

“Uhh. Is that a good thing?”

“Sorry. I.” He waved his hands as if he were trying to erase that whole moment. “I might have gone a little overboard. I meant to say—” He licked his lips lasciviously. “You are my heroin.”

“Heroin. You’re comparing me to heroin.” Isabella thought it over. “Doesn’t heroin like…” She scoffed. “…kill people?”


“I’m not seeing this as a compliment.”

“Sorry. Sorry. It’s bad delivery, I know.”

“No. It’s just…weird. Couldn’t you compare me to…” Another scoff. “…licorice or bubble gum or really good toothpaste?”

“No. Because none of those things are super addictive. Unlike you. You…are…HEROIN, BABY!”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Was that supposed to be an improvement? I mean, really?”

“Oh, give me a break. I’m trying.”

“Yeah. I’m just gonna go hang out with the werewolves. Let me know when you come up with a better love line.”

“But, Isabella! You are the one for me. You are my soulmate. You are my…my…addiction. Myownspecialbrandofheroin!”

She scoffed and eye-rolled one more time. “I am so out of here. Bye!”


“And don’t call me spider monkey! I hate monkeys.” She climbed down the tree like the pro tree climber that she really was, leaving Edward all alone.


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