Disclaimer:

All characters from the Twilight Saga are in the sole possession of Stephenie Meyer. Though it would be great, all I own is the rites to this (non-profit) fictional story; including all storylines and additional characters (unless otherwise specified). Therefore, no coping or translating may be done without my full, explicit consent and approval. Finally, no copyright infringement is intended.

Author notes: Well, you clicked on the tab so I won't waste time and prattle on. I haven't written any stories in a long, long while and I'm a little rusty. Please go easy on me. This story is in Edward's point of view.

~AngelAfterMidnight.


Prologue.

It wasn't the first time I had woken up beside this girl before, but it was the first time in this capacity. The first thing I noticed was that she slept on the stomach, her leg draped across my thighs and her hand wedge firmly in my hair. Her back was smooth and bare, a pale glow in the morning light.

She was perfect, even in the imperfections. Like the little scar on her back shoulder blade from one of her many clumsy moments, or the small freckles that littered her arms. All of it, all of her was beautiful and so fucking sexy. My stomach clenched and my already aching erection twitched against her thigh.

I shut my eyes tightly, wanting to move far away from this crazy, slightly perverse, situation and forget the fact that last night happened. Part of me, no matter how small, regretted that last night took place. I shouldn't have kissed her, especially not attacking her the way I did. I shouldn't have gotten angry at her, telling her all the things I was going to do to her and how her ex-boyfriend's name would not be the last sexual whimper on her lips.

I regretted how I was still furious at her for giving her body to another man. I hated that she wasn't only mine and through the obvious hypocrisy of it all, I couldn't bring myself to care that I had been with others too. Most of all, I hated that I had never came as hard as I did, and that her screams of pleasure had never before filled the entire house.

I hated that, despite the ache in my heart as I thought of letting her go, I couldn't fully regret anything that happened. And I really didn't care about what anyone thought, when it came down to the final count. I didn't care that my dad would be furious, or that her mom would respond in kind. I didn't care that my friends would look at me with contempt, or at least disgust. I simply didn't care about anything else but the girl in my arms.

"Morning, baby," I whispered, loving the way a faint blush covered her cheeks as she smiled at me. I'm going to hell, but as long as the path was set, I firgured I may as well enjoy it. And screw the consequences, because regardless of the state of my sanity, I had already fallen in love with Isabella Masen; my step-sister.


Thanks for reading! I do hope that you will stick around for the rest of it. And hopefully I will have an update ready in a few days (reviews inspire the creative juices that feed my writing, review = faster updates!). The next chapter will be much longer than this one, too. Don't be scared, I'm not in the habit of writing such small amounts. This chapter is tiny because it was just a prologue.

Until next time, sweet daydreams of Edward Cullen wrapped naked around your body ;)

~AAM.