"Got a Sharpie?"

The rest of that night kind of passed in a blur. The drunker we got, the better the idea of him staying with me seemed. Alice promised me that as long as we didn't do anything I'd regret in the morning, then I had nothing to worry about. We knew our boundaries. He knew I wouldn't do anything other than kiss him tonight. Everyone kind of thought I was loose because of my dating tendencies, but those who knew me knew that to get anywhere beyond kissing, you had to be pretty special. I had no qualms with telling a guy no.

Around 1 am, Edward and I poured ourselves in to my bed. 1 am was hardly a record at our apartment, but for someone who had to be at work by 7 am, I was already pushing it. I felt like I fit with him. Lying there snuggled up against him., my body seemed to fit perfectly in his. My breath hitched when I felt him bury his face in the back of my neck, showering me with kisses, taking in the smell of my hair. It was almost like he was trying to remember every inch of me.

"Your skin is so soft." He whispered in my ear as he left a burning trail of kisses across my back. I was pretty sure this was heaven. My personal heaven.

"Tell me about yourself, Bella." He said after a few minutes of silence. It was barely audible, and it gave me chills.

"Um. I grew up in the southwest. The weather there is way better than here. My family means the world to me. My parents separated, which I'm still trying to wrap my head around, but that's life, I suppose. Um, I love my photography. It's a hobby I don't make nearly enough time for, but I'm working on it. I love school, I'm studying history. Um… man. Now you're putting me on the spot. I've gotta know – how old are you?"

Yes, I know. I was laying in bed with a guy I barely knew – I didn't even know his age. Or his last name for that matter. Awesome, Bella. Way to go.

"I'm … thirty one." He laughed. I immediately threw the bullshit flag.

"Let me see that ID." I said, turning to face him. He paused for a second before reaching for his wallet. Who knew guys were so weird about their age?

"Okay, lets see. Edward Masen Cullen … born November 21 ... 1982. So, you're 25. Almost 26."

"Nope," he said defensively. "I am solidly 25. Don't go tacking on any extra days or months, there."

Touchy, touchy, I thought. "Okay, Peter Pan. You're solidly 25." I said with a laugh. It was impossible to not find everything about him totally endearing. I had been kissing him all night and yet, it still sent electric jolts through my body.

By 5 am, I was exhausted, and dreading waking up in an hour, but I didn't want to stop talking to him. At 6 am, my alarm rang – it was time to take a shower.

"UGH! I don't want to go to work." I complained as I turned the beeping off. I looked out the window, there was a solid two feet of snow on the ground. "Looks like it's a good thing you boys stayed here last night."

"A very good thing …" he said, pulling me back on the bed to kiss me. Yup, I was in heaven.

I finally peeled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. It was definitely torture to have him in my bed, knowing that I had to leave. He teased me that I would fall over and hit my head and work because I was so tired – the night was well worth any injury I might acquire though, of that I was completely sure.

On my way back from the bathroom I noticed that the guy sleeping in Alice's room was not Jasper. "Oh man" I sighed. Emmett had always kind of had a think for Alice, but she was solidly with Jasper. That would never change. So he sat and hoped, completely in vain, that maybe one day, he'd get his chance. "This isn't good ..." I said aloud.

"What isn't?" Edward said, walking up and kissing me on the head, he turned and followed my eye line. "Oh. Ha. Uh. I'm going to be hearing about this one for months." Apparently everyone knew about Emmett's crush. What I didn't understand was why Alice would think it was a good idea to fall asleep with Emmett in her bed knowing his feelings for her.

"Hey, Edward … his shoes are on. He's fair game." I laughed. Hey, rules are rules. Alls fair in love and war, and this was our form of war.

"Got a Sharpie?"