"What's wrong with my clothes?" I asked curiously. He laughed and shook his head.
"Everything I *** just said and all you got from that is that I told you to change?" he asked with amusement, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. He leaned over and kissed me quickly. "Change," he whispered against my lips. "Clothes, not you. I don't want you to ever *** change, but I'm kind of tired of looking at that goddamn shirt."
"I like this shirt," I said defensively as he turned to walk out, his laughter filtering back in as he disappeared from the room. I stripped out of the clothes and dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a black shirt, pulling my hair pack into a ponytail and grabbing my things before heading downstairs. Edward was standing in the foyer with his hand gripping his hair in frustration, muttering under his breath. I paused and looked at him, seeing the annoyance on his face.