So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“All I want to do is sleep for days,” I muttered, leaning against Edward as we rode up the elevator to his apartment. “After I soak in your hot tub for a week.”

“Anything you want, pretty girl. But, keep in mind that we all have rehearsals for the results show on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. On Friday, you’re learning the opening number for the finale and practicing the pieces that the judges are choosing for the results show,” Edward said, kissing my neck. “You’ll get some significant time off before the tour. I promise you.”

I whimpered, pushing my face against his chest. “I just want to sleep …” He chuckled, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me into his apartment. He didn’t stop until we reached his bathroom. He didn’t say anything as he removed my clothes while the tub filled up with hot water and bubbles. “You’re too good to me, baby.”

“I’ll always be good to you, angel,” he whispered, lifting me off the counter and placing me into the fragrant bubbles.

“Are you joining me?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Is there any doubt?” he replied, shirking his clothes and sliding in behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he nuzzled my neck. “Better?”

“So much better,” I sighed. “This water feels like heaven and having you with me, makes it even better.”

“Well, I plan on spoiling you, Bella. You deserve to be pampered. My mom has made arrangements at the spa you guys went to earlier in the season. She is so proud of you,” Edward murmured. “I’m so proud of you, but I’m curious. What happened before the group number? The final dance?”

“Alice pretty much let her true colors show. She didn’t hold back and ripped all of us apart. Mainly the guys, but she seemed like she was going to do something ‘special’ for me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, though. She’s a bitch and not worth my time. People know her, have seen how she acted. She dug her own fucking grave.”

“I agree,” Edward murmured, his fingers gliding along my belly. “Don’t think about her. She’s no longer your concern. She did everything she could to derail your dancing, but you persevered. Just enjoy this quiet evening and me pampering you.”

“Does this pampering include unhealthy foods?” I giggled. “I’m dying for some ice cream.”

“I’ll get you anything you want, Bella,” he laughed. “Just relax, though. Let the water soothe your aching body.” I nodded, leaning back against him and sighing contentedly as we stayed in there until the water cooled. He filled the tub again, this time washing every inch of my body and massaging my head as he washed my hair. 

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“It’s not allowed, Edward. You shouldn’t be here!”

I groaned, covering my head with my pillow, grating my teeth as Alice’s obnoxious voice filtered into my room. “You’re breaking the rules! I’m calling Alistair.”

“Put a fork in it, Alice,” Edward snapped. “Alistair knows I’m here; so does Carmen. This tattling bullshit is completely elementary and uncalled for. Because of your ‘unintentional’ slip, Bella’s knee was jacked up and her wrist is sprained. Carmen gave me the thumbs to take her home and spend the night.”

“Bella gets preferential treatment because she’s the judge’s darling,” Alice sneered. “It’s unfair!”

“Says the girl who is in the final four,” Edward barked back. “Go back to your room and worship the devil, you wretched little snot. Bella’s still sleeping and shouldn’t be disturbed. We got back from the ER late.” Alice huffed, stomping away and her feet heavily running down the stairs. I heard my door open and Edward slipped in.

“I’m awake,” I said, rolling out from underneath my cocoon of blankets. He pouted, walking to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Alice’s shrill bark could wake the dead. Besides, I had to pee.” I sat up, grimacing at every aching muscle. My wrist was swollen and discolored, but didn’t feel too badly. My knee, though, was in agony. I tested it timidly, whimpering with each movement.

“Do you need a pain killer?” Edward asked.

“Let me see if I can put weight on it,” I sighed, swinging my feet over the side of the bed. Edward stood in front of me, holding his palms out in front of him. I grasped them and let him gently help me to my feet. I balanced on my right foot and gingerly placed the left on the ground. It hissed, but it wasn’t too bad. I took a few tentative steps, becoming more confident as I crossed my bedroom. “I’m okay, but two more ibuprofen wouldn’t be bad. I’m going to shower and see if that loosens me up.”

“I’ll wait until you get into the shower,” Edward said, arching a brow. “In case you fall.”

“You are overprotective,” I quipped, picking up a fresh towel from the linen closet.

“I’m not … just concerned,” he snorted, giving me a wry little grin. “Go shower, angel. I’ll bring up some breakfast along with your meds.” I nodded and slipped into the bathroom. Much to Edward’s dismay, I managed to get into the shower without incident and spent forty-five minutes washing off the grime of rehearsing and the hospital away. I felt much better after I was clean and I dressed casually, knowing that I’d be in a slew of costume changes tonight for the performance finale.

Edward was waiting for me in my room with Jacob and Jasper. They were talking on Jacob’s phone, using FaceTime. I heard Rose’s voice. “Oh, is she riled up?” I asked.

“Isabella Marie Swan!” Rose growled. “Put her on the phone, damn it. I need to kick her ass.”

“Please don’t kick my ass,” I snickered, taking Jacob’s phone. “I’m injured enough.”

“That hoebag totally kicked you on purpose and she’s getting away with it. Why are you letting her get away with it?” Rose snarled. “If she pulls that shit tonight, I’m storming up there and drop kicking her across the stage. And I don’t think anyone will stop me, damn it!”

“I’m not letting her get away with anything,” I said, sitting down. Edward handed me a cup of coffee. I took a sip, humming appreciatively before turning back to Rose.  “The way everything happened, it legitimately could have been an accident. And I want to prove to myself and to her that I can win without resorting to fucking cheating.” I shot a glare at the three guys in my room. “She’s done everything to sabotage me, but I’ve come out on top. Her nonsense is not going to get in my way. I feel much better after my shower and with ibuprofen, I’ll be fine. I’m fine.”

“She’s still a hoebag,” Jasper grumbled under his breath.

“I’m going to say it. Alice is a raging cunt,” Jacob blurted. “I know that most women hate that word and for good reason, but it’s the perfect description for her. Alice is a cunt and a half and needs to have her ass kicked from here to Lake Titicaca.”