She told me to take care of her kid for awhile and she would return after changing clothes and I was like ok… And man she returned in a night gown a...nd she was looking so stunning and she winked me as she came and got seated next to me…. We started conversation again as her kid found another kid in next coach to play with….And now she was like “whats ur score??”” I said “with or without u” and she was like “itna confidence?? Bachu train mein kuch nai karne dungi”.. And replied “mein b train. She was wearing black boots and long, white breeches that buttoned down the sides and disappeared into them. She had on a patterned wool shirt like mine and a grenadier jacket with the sleeves turned back. Her soft hair was plaited and rolled up onto the back of her head. She looked happy and perhaps a stone heavier than the last time I had seen her.I sat beside her and she jumped. "Whoa," she squealed, "what're you doing!" Uppity for a slave," I whispered in her ear, and she screeched, leaning. " Edward chuckled lightly "Yeah, it was. Well, still is I guess." "You want to talk about it?" Edward sighed, shaking his head "Not really. Bad memories, some of them I'm not ready to deal with yet. Talking about them depresses me, and I don't like acting like a miserable, broody little bitch. It's irritating." "And that's why I like you." "Wait, like as in 'like', or 'like like'?" Edward asked teasingly, to which Esmeralda responded simply with "Don't know yet. We'll see." Edward looked at. In a few short seconds; even that smooth cool surface, succumbed to the damp body heat, radiating from her nakedness.Casting a sideways glance toward the clock, she watched absently as minutes slipped away. The growing pool of moisture along her collarbone broke free. Her chest rose as she yielded to a satisfying yawn, that resulted more from boredom, than lack of sleep. The tiny stream of moisture worked its way down her chest. Skewing left, it followed the curve of her right breast. With her.