Mmm. Edward's bedroom.

Probably one of my favorite places since I've been allowed to sleep over without feeling guilty lying to Charlie. Even though he didn't like it (he didn't feel bad expressing his exact opinion about my fiancee in front of me... and him) he now let me sleep over as long as Carlisle or Esme were there, and we didn't lock his door.

So I couldn't help but smile as my eyelids fluttered open and saw Edward's perfect smiling face in front of me. I kept my mouth tightly shut, because morning breath was bad enough without Edward's vampire senses being able to smell it even if I was across the room.

He gently kissed my nose and murmured, "Good morning, Bella. Breakfast?"

Ahh. The best thing to hear in the morning, without a doubt, is your own personal angel. I nodded, still smiling, and held up a finger before I ran into the bathroom. The hardwood floor was chilly, so I skipped quickly down the hall until I reached the never-used bathroom (with the exception of Rosalie, who used it to look in the mirror every hour or so.)

I grabbed a brush off of the counter and quickly ran it through my hair that was sticking up and kinking strangely. I guess I should have blow dried my hair before laying down on Edward's bed with wet hair and letting it dry as I slept.

I wet my fingers on one hand and tried to straighten my brown locks as best I could while brushing my teeth with my other. Where was Alice when you really-

"Morning Bells," Alice said as she suddenly appeared with a straightener. "How'd ya sleep?"

I smiled and said, around my toothbrush, "Pretty Good. Edward makes sure I do, he doesn't wanna do anything else." Though I'm sure it sounded like, "Pree guh. Ehwarh maih sure I oo, he osn' wahn oo anyinh ell," all the while dripping minty foam from my mouth.

Alice understood and pressed the hot iron to my scalp, ignoring my wince. "Bella... I'm sure he WANTS to. But I'm also sure he DOESN'T want YOU to. But I'm almost positive that if..." she trailed off, her eyes glazing over. After a few seconds she said, "Actually, I AM positive that we are going out tonight. See you later." And with a stroke to my eyelashes with a mascara wand I didn't know she had, she left.

I looked in the mirror. In the minute Alice had been in here, she had made me look better than I did most school days. I smiled, peed, looked at myself once more in the mirror, and trotted back to Edward's room.

"Bella, it is nine o'clock on your summer vacation. Why do you look as if you were about to go out for dinner?" He grinned, motioning for me to join him on the bed.

"Alice..." I started, but Edward seemed to already know.

"Ah. I see. But you really do look beautiful..." he brushed his lips across my cheek. It made me shiver. He then moved his lips down my jaw, breathing his heavenly scent into my mouth. My heart started beating a mile a minute.

"Maybe I should let Alice do my makeup more often if this is the response I get." I said, my breathing uneven.

Edward chuckled softly, then drew his mouth to the hollow beneath my ear. Ok, he was teasing me. This was not fair! He was planting butterfly kisses back down my jaw line, onto my neck...

Suddenly, I cupped his face in my hands and was kissing him more dangerously than he had in the meadow a few days ago.

I didn't know what made me do it. Alright, maybe I do. It was him, tempting me. That, or I just hadn't been able to kiss him yet today. Either way, my actions were still a little much. So sue me. I'm a hormonal teenage girl. I can't help it!

Edward's kissed me back, but pulled away much too soon with a look in his eyes that was somewhere between amused and confused.

"Bella... you know we must wait. Push me any farther and I might lose control. The wedding is only a few months away."

Ugh! He was such an idiot. I didn't want to sleep with him until our wedding night, but that didn't mean we couldn't do 'other' stuff. He seemed to think it was either kissing or sleeping together, with no fun in between. I really wanted to tell him that, but I couldn't picture the conversation in my head.

"Edward? I want to rip off my shirt."

"Edward? I want you to stick your hand down my pants."

"Edward? Take off your boxers, I want to show you something..."

Do you know how awkward that would be? I wish he could just let it happen without me having to ASK him to. Oh, well. That's what you get, I suppose, when you're dating a guy from 1901. I think they should change that saying," All the good-looking guys are either married or gay", into "All the good-looking guys are either married, gay, or an hundred and ten year old vampire gentleman."

But maybe...with Alice's help... this summer could turn out better than normal. Ideas started running through my head.

"What are you thinking?" Edward murmured as he ran his fingers through my silky (thanks, Alice) hair.

"I'm just thinking about... what's going to happen this summer." I smiled coyly.

"It should be fun. It's actually supposed to be quite hot out for the next few days..."

Oh, yeah. The weather wasn't going to be the only thing that was hot.