"What the-"
I awoke with a start, shivers running up and down my spine. Something cold was touching the small of my back. I let my eyes fall on the deviously grinning figure sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed. I sat up and pushed his hand away, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He just grinned like a Cheshire cat and watched me from behind those gorgeous copper bangs. I stuck my tongue out at him, trying to disguise the fact that he still took my breath away when I looked at him.

"I knew you'd wake up..." he still smiled at me, but he thrust his arms forward, grabbing me and pulling me to him. I squirmed for a moment because of the cold, but after a glance into those eyes, it didn't bother me anymore. I snuggled close to him, leaning my head on his chest. I was completely oblivious to the fact that it was almost nine am, and I should have been getting ready for work.

Charlie had insisted that if I was going to spend all of my time pining over Edward, the least I could do was get a job to pay for all of the gas we were using. He still couldnt seem to cope with the fact that Jacob and I were never going to be the same again. He didn't seem to get that, no matter what he did or thought, I was, and always would be, in love With Edward Cullen. Sometimes I hate him for it, but other times, I realize how horrible it must be to come to the realization that the only person you care for in this world is leaving you. God do I know how that feels. So I try not to hurt him, hence the job at the cafe downtown. This is where I should have been heading in that moment of cuddling.

"CRAP!" I shot up from the bed, of course, being the clutz I am, tripping over god knows what that happened to be laying on my floor. Before I could hit the ground however, He shifted me so that I was facing him. A confused expression crossed my face as he refused to let go. "I have to get ready," I said, my voice bordering on anger. He knew Charlie wouldn't like it if he knew I was with Edward instead of working.

Guilt flew through his eyes, and a sheepish smile appeared to accompany it. "I may have called...and told them you were sick," he kissed my forehead. "I wanted us to have a day to ourselves..." he trailed of, letting me know he had planned this, and he had known Charlie wouldn't be here to bug us and watch him. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around torso and hug him tightly. He was so cute when he was guilty. THere was no way in hell I could be mad at him, so I just let it go.

"What d'ya want to do then?" I pulled away from him, reminding myself of how much he had to control himself around me. I knew I wasn't making it any easier in my low cut tank top that I slept in, and the shorts that I had owned since I had moved to Forks. They were probably to small. Maybe I liked letting Edward imagine sometimes. Even if it was mostly by his choice that he hadn't seen already. That made it even more fun to tease him.

"Well first I think you should get dressed," sometimes I didn't think it mattered if he could read my mind or not, he still knew me so well. He always seemed to say the very thing that had been on my mind. "Then maybe we'll talk about it," he teased, knowing that I would be annoyed that he was trying to sound just like my dad.