I am basically writing this story because of the prologue. I couldn't get it out of my head one day and now I feel the need to write an entire story. Stephenie Meyer owns the characters I just ruin their alternate lives.
Prologue
"That's it... just a little more. You can go harder than that. Oh! Right there." Bella panted out the end of her sentence while Edward's face flushed with exertion. "I can't believe you've almost got it in there. I mean it's such a tight fit!" Edward's face continued to grow redder at Bella's words and with a final thrust he let out his breath in an audible whoosh. Just as Edward looked up into Bella's eyes a strange feeling began to envelope him and the smile on Bella's face did nothing to help. He turned around to see his sister Alice staring at him with a gleam in her eye and a cold chill ran down his spine. "Bella's right Edward, that couch is huge. You must have lots of practice with tight fits." He could see the giggle she was trying to contain and it took everything he had not to strangle her. Why did his sister have to come home to Seattle? Why did she have to tell everyone about his man whore past? Lastly, why, oh why, did she have to bring Bella Swan into his life and turn everything upside down?
