And now we have the morning after…


You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, when you feel you've done something wrong, and the anxiety is just killing you? That's how I expected to feel as I woke up next to Bella in my bed, but that unease was nowhere present.

All I could do was replay everything that had happened the night before; the way Bella had kissed and touched me, but most importantly, the way she had made me feel alive.

Yes, Bella made me feel alive.

After our initial kiss, things got intense pretty quickly. In a matter of minutes, we were undressing each other, and I wasn't uncomfortable with Bella when we were finally nude.

I didn't fail to notice the fact that I'd never been fully unclothed with Sam whenever we had sex before, and now I understood why: I had never been entirely comfortable with him.

And the difference with Bella wasn't only present while we'd had sex, it had happened before at the club, and I hadn't noticed it then. I hadn't had so much fun with anyone in a long time, not even Jacob, and he was my best friend.

That little bit of information filled me with joy, because maybe, after all the pain I'd suffered, I could have some happiness in my life with Bella.

Grinning as I turned on my side, I found a fully awake Bella, whom was staring at me. Her anxious expression made me feel uneasy, and in a matter of seconds, I was mirroring her look.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm waiting for you freak out once you realize the mistake you did last night by having sex with me," she declared.

"You think last night was a mistake?" I asked, hurt lacing my words, as I uttered them.

"Don't you?" she asked.

"Why would I, Bella? Last night was the best night of my life," I confessed.

"It was?"

I grinned. "Definitely."

Bella bit her bottom lip, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I didn't know you were into girls," she said. "I mean, Jacob never mentioned it before."

"I didn't either," I admitted. "And I still don't know... This is the first time I do something like this, but I don't regret it."

"So, what do we do now?" she asked. "Our parents are getting married in two weeks... do we continue to see each other like this?"

"I don't know, Bella," I sighed. "Do you want to?"

"If that's okay with you, then yes."

"Alright, let's just play it by ear."

She nodded, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead against my own.