2,804The Whispering Woods
Chapter Two
Edward Masen stopped behind a sweet, dark blue Challenger. Not much older than his matte black Charger. He wanted to pull up beside it, see if the driver was willing to challenge him to a little race.
The tiny town that his adopted parents decided to drag him to seemed boring as fuck for the few days since their arrival.
Until now.
Maybe he could make a friend or two, or at least find someone to get something to take the edge off. Unfortunately, it was only a two-lane road, but he noticed it would turn into four lanes after the intersection.
Fuck it, he thought. Pulling up to the right side of the Challenger, he rolled down his window.
Inside the car was a girl, about his age, long hair, full lips wrapped around the tip of some much-needed relief. A little surprised and a lot turned on, he shook his head, the motion catching her attention. She cocked a slim brow and smirked, tipping her chin up and winked as she gunned the engine, leaving him in the dust.
The girl had purple eyes.
He followed her to a yellow house at the end of Crescent Hill Lane. She waved from the front of her house, blowing him a kiss, a beautiful smile on her lips.
Fuck me. Edward took in her hip and thigh-hugging jeans on her long legs, the sliver of pale skin between them, and the bottom of her torn up, white T-shirt. Well-worn hiking boots finished off the outfit—not very sexy normally, yet it was on her.
Edward only smirked in return, hoping it conveyed they'd get to know each other soon. Then he caught the name on the mailbox, C. Swan.
The same last name his parents mentioned the previous night, the name of the suspected killer of Esme Cullen's baby sister, Renee Platt Swan. Esme had a niece named Isabella whom she abandoned.
AN: Happy Friday to all! Thanks to MC, see you next Tuesday.