And I had to have it.
Edward didn’t mind giving me the number. Knowing him, he was probably glad to, because he probably wanted to see me as addicted as he was. Edward was very handsome, you see, but under that gorgeous blond facade lurked a monster, something not pretty at all. Just a selfish thing. Edward wore blinders. He didn’t really know how to relate to people beyond satisfying his own needs. He could be absolutely charming, but I learned fast that the charm was nothing more than a means to an end.
Edward was, in the lingo, a sociopath.
Can you say that, class? Sociopath.
Never mind. I didn’t get any sexually transmitted diseases, or even a cold, from Edward. But he did infect me, and his giving me the number for Sam was the final entree for the disease of addiction.