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The minute I woke up, light streamed through my curtains and I snapped my eyes shut. "Why does it have to be morning?" I groaned. The one time that it's sunny in Forks had to be when I'mtrying to sleep. "Make it go away," I mumbled, my head face down in the blankets. Edward shot up from my side and opened the windows.

"What were you expecting? We'd stay in bed all day?" If only, I thought to myself. He smirked and slowly pulled the blankets of my crumpled form. Really? He was going to do that, wow. Why don't you just shoot me, at least it'll be quick and painless. But this, this was agony. He knew I wasn't a morning person. Well I'll have to exact some kind of revenge later when I'm not trying to sleep. He pounced on the bed and started to whisper and blow in my ear "Bellaaaa."

"What're you doing?" I half giggled, trying to keep my 'I'm going to make you pay' voice. His cold chest gave me goose bumps up and down my legs. His large hands engulfed my waist and pulled me up to him. His golden eye flickered in the rays and he grinned widely before he stole a kiss and carried me to the bathroom. As he set me down, my legs buckled under my weight. I fumbled for my toothbrush and knocked soap, lotion and various other things over. I somehow made my way over the tub, and sat on the edge. My head slumped down into my knees. I could feel his eyes on me; he looked me up and down before crouching down beside me and picking my tooth brush up from inside the bathtub. "You're so beautiful, especially in my shirt." He huskily stated. Oh right, I was only wearing his shirt, it was about ten sizes too big, and it hung a little above mid-thigh. I could tell by the way he was looking he was probably mentally undressing me. Oh well, I giggled. I hopped up and snatched my toothbrush from his icy grip and started my morning routine. I looked in the mirror and my hair looked like a rat's nest, all poofy and knotted on the sides. Ughhh, whatever, I guess I'll just quickly straighten it later. Edward was standing behind me with his arms around my hips. I turned up my shower radio and he started swaying side to side. I giggled, "Edward, I'm brushing my teeth!" He turned me around and pressed his forehead against mine. He just smiled with his perfect teeth and his gorgeous eyes and stared into my soul. The toothbrush somehow made it's way into the sink and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I listened to the music; I could make out some of the words to I Can't Get Enough of Your Love by Barry White. I started laughing and swung my head back.

"Oh my god!"

"What, you don't like this song?" He questioned, still holding me tight.

"It's only the most cheesiest love song ever made." I laughed into his chest.

"Oh," He sounded a little disappointed. I noticed and started to belt.

"I don't know why, I can't get enough of your love baaabe!" My voice cracked at the end. Yet again, another of my wonderful talents. His laughter boomed through the tiny room. I beamed up at him, trying to look proud. He grinned crookedly back "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't know, maybe get me a record deal for my sweet singing." I joked pushing my hair away from my face. Edward curled my hair around my ear, giving me shivers down my back. I could tell he knew since he was now caressing my neck with his cold delicious lips. I reached up and entangled my fingers in his hair. He whisked me up and put me down, gingerly, on my bed. I tugged at his belt, enticing him to meet my eyes. He leaped down onto me, his cold chest pressed against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and melted into his arms. Edward let his hands travel, along my spine and into the small of my back. I felt complete euphoria as my lips crashed into his. "Bella, please..." I kept going, pulling at his gorgeous head of hair further down to mine. "Please, we have to.." He tensed, I knew what was coming, but I tried not to care. "Bella we can't," His eyes lowered, not wanting to meet mine. I quickly pulled my legs from underneath him and crouched into a ball with my head rested on my knees at my headboard. I stared at my toes; the pink-ish nail polish was starting to chip off at the sides. I couldn't help but think I was rejected. His eyes met mine "I'm sorry, I don't want to loose control" He started. Why is it that whenever we kiss I just completely throw myself at him. I can't even control how I feel around him. And Edward, he's always so disciplined when it comes to... that. "I don't know if I can stop, once I get.. Started." He mumbled concentrating on a piece of loosed thread on my comforter. "I-I know, it's just.." I trailed off. His golden eyes peeked up at mine and I must have shattered into a million pieces littering my bedroom floor. His cool embrace clung onto me. I sighed, inhaling his amazing fragrance. I could feel his sculpted muscles tighten around me. I slipped out of his embrace and hopped to my closet, flinging to doors open. An overtaking smell of mothballs and perfume hit me. I waved my hair side to side, trying to release myself of the stale air. I squirted a little more of my favorite perfume into the small room and set the bottle back down onto my desk. Edward sat on the edge of my bed watching me intently. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a blue henley, looked over my shoulders at him. I shot a smoldering temptress sort of look, and then skipped to the bathroom yelling, "I'll be right back!" I could hear him trying to hold back a laugh. I sped through my routine, which abruptly cut off by Edward's dancing and caressing earlier. I slipped out of Edward's baggy shirt and flopped it into the dirty basket, washed my face and slid into my clean clothes. I tried to brush my hair out and straighten it, to the best of my abilities, and put it up in a high ponytail. When I opened the door, Edward was leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly. His hair was perfectly messy on his head and was in new clothes. "I quickly went by my house and grabbed some new clothes." He looked me up and down, noticing my hair in it's unusual 'up' state. "You smell insanely good." He inhaled. I smiled; he followed me on my way down the stairs. It seems Charlie had already gone to work, because there was a mess of used plates and broken eggshells all over the kitchen counter. Edward whisked by and cleaned the whole mess up in the blink of an eye, well the blink of my slow human eye. He looked over his shoulder imitating my 'smoldering temptress' look from earlier. I couldn't help but laugh at his poor attempt. Edward's serious look soon faded into an infectious grin. I slid over, on my socks, towards him. "What was that?" He chuckled.

"My insane sock sliding!" I eyed his perfect lips. He gave me a small smile before he propped me into his arms. "Hmmm, where are we going?" I questioned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.