I smiled when I realized it was a guy’s chest and I planned on putting on my best flirt face and charm the hell out of him. My eyes trailed up his chest and to his neck before settling on his face. All the blood drained from my face as I took in the same chiseled features, same breathtaking smile from the coffee shop. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Fuck.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
“Oh shit is about right,” he said. He took a few steps forward, pressing me against the brick wall and trapping me. “I think you have something of mine.”