I slept soundly that night. Well, until Edward knocked repeatedly on my door. "EMMMMMMETTTTTT WAKKKKKE UPPPPPPP."

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands. "It's too early for me to be functioning."

"Well I want pancakes, so get your ass up," Edward whined like a bitch.

"We have Jasper for that now. Go ask the man for pancakes and let me sleep."

Edward only scoffed. "He's not even up. Go get 'em. Come onnnnn."

I'd do damn just about anything to shut Edward up and get back to bed. I shoved him out of the way when I passed him.

When I got to Jasper's room, I didn't bother knocking.

My mistake.

I swung open the door. "Jassss-holy mother of..."

Bella was standing there, clad in a pink polka dotted bra, and matching cotton boyshorts. "Bella, woah, I, I'm sorry. I thought you were Jasper. I mean. No. I thought Jasper was in here. I. Sorry."

When I flicked my gaze up to her face, I saw pure amusement. She was giggling. Actually, laughing? She reached for the towel sitting on the corner chair, and covered up all the exposed skin, much to my disappointment.

God, why did I have such a thing with the younger set? I just couldn't help it. So innocent, but ready to explore. Damn.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Bella asked. I assumed she meant scram, so I started for the door. "Turn on the damn radio, it's too quiet in this house," she insisted.

I flicked on the old stereo, and then realized she had already put in a disk. When I pressed the play button, I couldn't suppress a laugh.

"You listen to Miss May I?" I asked her, listening to the hardcore remix of Swing.

"Favorite band, for sure," Bella nodded.

I wouldn't have pinned her for hardcore music. Have her pinned. God, how I'd love to.

"Hand me those jeans, will you?" She asked, and I complied, tossing them to her. They fell just flat of her feet, so I watched in awe, as she bent to pick them up. Watching her wiggle into the skinny jeans was slightly erotic, and the confidence she held while standing in nothing but a bra and pants was plain hot.

I didn't know what to do, other than gape at her creamy exposed body. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to love my eyes roaming her skin hungrily.

"Can you hand me that purple shirt out of my bag, Emmett?"

"No. I mean, I can. But I'd really rather not," I said cautiously, waiting for her reaction.

Bella walked up to me. I noticed, as she pressed her body against me, that she barely made it to my chin. God, I could just pick her up and carry her around mid-fuck.

Her tits were pushed against my chest, as she looked up at me. "Oh? And why not?" Bella asked, in a breathy, seductive tone.

"You're way too pretty to cover up, little lady."

Already hard, I was almost positive my erection was pressing into her stomach. She sure didn't act disgusted, though.

Before I knew it, she pushed me back into the chair. I watched her come up and straddle me, her legs spread around me. She pushed down, causing her crotch to rub up against mine...hard. The friction made me hungry for more. My hands cupped her face, and right as I was about to go in for a passionate kiss,

a sound.

A door.

Jasper.