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Song for this chaper is "The Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang...it's a hysterically, awesome song if you've never heard it. You should YouTube it or something when the part arrives. It'll make the whole scene that much funnier - I promise.

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I had been pacing my room for a half hour. Edward had told me he'd call me tonight and I was acting like a freshman in high school all over again.

I knew it was stupid to focus on him calling me because I'd get the opposite response but I couldn't help it.

Alice had gone out with a coworker tonight and I was home alone. I had done my laundry, tidied up my room, cleaned my bathroom, and organized the living room already. I didn't know what else to do.

I sighed in frustration and flung myself on my bed. It was as though that was the signal for Edward to call.

My generic ringtone went off signaling it was an unrecognized number. I knew it was Edward though.

I snatched the phone from my nightstand and looked at the caller I.D. It came up unknown and I smiled. I knew who was on the other line.

I didn't want to sound desperate so I let it ring a few times before picking up. I'm sure my voice still sounded breathless from anticipation but it was the best I could do. It wasn't everyday Edward Masen called me.

"Hello?" I asked in a rushed tone.

"Hey…Bella?" his voice was as smooth, silky, and sexy as in person.

My heartbeat quickened and a smile grew across my face.

I wasn't sure why it was even hotter to hear his voice when I didn't have that gorgeous face to pair it with. There was something very sexual about his voice on the phone and the anonymity that came along with it.

I was pretty sure this was part of the reason people enjoyed phone sex so much and why extremely desperate people called hotlines. If any of those people had voices like Edward I'd be a regular caller.

"Hi, Edward."

"I'm sorry it's so late. If you have plans we can talk another time. I just figured I should at least call you anyway."

"No, it's fine. I'm free…Alice had plans tonight so I'm by myself for tonight."

"Oh…" his voice sounded strained.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just don't feel comfortable with you being by yourself over there."

I laughed.

"Edward, I'm a big girl you know. I've stayed by myself plenty of times. Alice has had boyfriends and spent the night over there."

"I know but I'd just feel better if I were with you or something."

I was going to take advantage of that opening.

"Would you like to come over?"

"Are you sure? Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Yes, but I'll be fine. I've gone into work in worse conditions. I mean it's not like we're staying up until the wee hours of the morning. I know you've got work too and it's a little more intense than my job," I replied with a laugh.

"Okay, I'll be over in 15 minutes. Emmett is here. Do you mind if he comes along? He's sitting here with me and he's pestering me about coming along."

I faintly heard Emmett complain in the background and something being thrown. It seemed like it was thrown in Emmett's direction but he missed it. I sighed a little at the prospect of Emmett coming, he was sure to be a cock block but what could I do?

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll be over soon. Bye, Bella."

"See you in a few Edward."

I hung up my phone and threw it at my pillows. Why did Emmett have to come? He was going to be the elephant in the room while I flirted shamelessly with Edward.

After today's lunch I felt tonight would be a good night. Things seemed to be pretty good with Edward and I. It seemed like we were finally on the same frequency.

I changed into my PINK shorts and t-shirt. I wanted to be comfortable. I was quite sure with Emmett along we'd be doing something silly or relaxing like watching a movie.

About 10 minutes later I heard a knock on my door and I rushed to the sound.

I stopped in front of the door to pause. I didn't want to seem overly excited but then I remembered we had hardwood floors and I was sure Emmett and Edward had heard me anyway. I groaned lowly and flung the door open.

EPOV

Bella flung the door open and the wind blew across her face while the sight of her knocked the wind out of me.

She was standing there in a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt but she looked stunning. The way the wind blew her bangs slightly drove me wild.

The simplest things about her made me want to jump her in the most inopportune moments. I had wanted to do that on more than one occasion today at lunch and last night at dinner.

She was so sexy in an ambiguous way. It wasn't the obvious sex appeal that other girls had and sometimes that made her even more appealing. Bella was so unaware of her beauty that it was hardly fair when she walked around in shorts and t-shirts.

Emmett strolled in like he owned the place and I shook my head. He forgot his manners so much where Bella was concerned.

I looked at her and she was smiling at me. She had the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. It was so genuine and beautiful. Her full, pouty lips framed her white teeth perfectly. I returned my crooked grin and walked in.

She turned around to close the door once I was inside and I was granted with the lovely view of her backside that was clad in yellow shorts that had the word PINK running across. I noticed Bella's legs as well while she locked the door. They were toned and pale like the rest of her skin.

They looked incredibly soft and it took all my might not to picture those legs around me.

"So what did you guys have in mind to do?" she asked walking with me towards her living room.

Emmett was already sitting on the couch, skimming through her channels. He barely stayed on a channel long enough for me to catch what it was. I rolled my eyes and sat on the loveseat on Emmett's left.

Bella sat down next to Emmett on the couch and I pouted a bit. I had hoped she would sit next to me but I didn't want to pressure her. Things were going well with Bella and I was pretty sure she liked me too but I didn't want to rush things until I was certain.

I looked away from Bella and looked around her apartment. It was the first time I had ever been here and I was excited. I could tell from the decorating that it was a lot of Alice's vision but I saw a few things here and there that screamed Bella.

"Bella, do you have anything to drink? I haven't drunk since Edward's not-so graduation party."

I looked back at him and gave him an un-amused expression. I hadn't missed the party intentionally.

If I knew Bella was going to be there and that Christian had planned on having sex with her I definitely wouldn't have missed it. The fact she had almost done it in my room still left a pang of hurt too. I would never admit that to her but I had been insanely jealous and angry with Christian.

He was such an ass. He didn't deserve Bella.

"Yeah, Em. Alice has Vodka in the fridge and I'm sure we have other stuff lying around. Why are you so eager to drink it's only Wednesday night."

"I want to have some fun. Do you want a shot? How about you, Edward?"

"Yeah, I'll take a shot Emmett."

Emmett stood up from the couch and waited for my answer. I shook my head.

I did not need to show up to my new job hung-over after being there for two and half weeks. I wouldn't make it through my shift being hung-over, especially when I considered that I would be in surgery tomorrow.

My patient didn't need a sick, irresponsible doctor operating on them. I wasn't the head of the surgery but I still owed it to my job and patients to be on my best game. I looked over at Bella and she was staring at me.

I smiled at her and patted the seat next to me. She unfolded her legs off the couch and strode over the loveseat. Her hips were swaying in the most tantalizing way on the entire trip over to the loveseat.

She sat down and kept her eyes locked on me. Dangerously, I stole a glance at her lips and they were parted slightly—inviting me to press my own lips to hers.

I balled my fists in the couch and looked at the TV intently. Emmett was in the other room and after his little talk with me today I could tell I needed to keep my relationship with Bella out of his watchful eye.

He was worried I would unintentionally hurt her or use her as a rebound for Mady. The truth was I had rebounded after Mady quickly. There were plenty of eager girls and after our miserable break-up I kept myself pre-occupied for the two dreadful weeks that followed.

I appreciated that he was so protective of Bella but there was no need where I was concerned. This girl was special. Bella was someone I wouldn't hurt intentionally or otherwise.

Emmett walked back in with Bella's shot and had a large drink made for himself. I rolled my eyes at him but was surprised when Bella downed her shot and ran into the kitchen assumedly for another. I wasn't sure why she was so eager to drink but it made me uneasy.

"Damn Bella. Don't you have work tomorrow?" Emmett asked while she walked back in with the bottle pressed to her lips.

I wasn't sure whether or not I should be concerned or turned on. The way she chugged the Vodka was oddly alluring.

Her tiny Adam's apple bobbed lightly while she swallowed the clear substance and she titled her head back offering a nice view of her neck. I wanted to badly to drag my lips, tongue, and teeth across that neck. It was long and elegant—swan-like, just the same as her.

A shook my head to get rid of the thoughts that were making Little Edward perk up. I didn't need to mortify Bella with an obvious erection. That was sure to be a mood killer between her and I.

Once I cleared my head I stood up and pulled the bottle away from her lips. She looked at me incredulously and narrowed her eyes in my direction.

She was pissed but I didn't care. She was working tomorrow but more importantly she didn't need to be admitted for alcohol poisoning.

"Yeah, Emmett I work tomorrow but I need to have a few drinks tonight," she said without taking her eyes off me.

Was she getting drunk because of me?

I racked my brain trying to figure out what I had done in that two minutes that would make her hate me. Her disposition had changed rapidly in a matter of seconds. I knew she wasn't bipolar so I didn't understand why she was so malcontented with me.

I sat the bottle on the coffee table next to me and gave her a look, daring her to come after the bottle.

She had downed enough alcohol already that she'd be drunk for sure. Emmett had poured himself a shot as well.

I stared at the TV for over an hour but kept a close eye on Bella. She was finding the most ridiculous things to laugh about with Emmett. They were very tipsy.

"Oh, Emmett I know what we can do! I'm gonna grab my iPod from my room. You never did that dare from our last game. Alice is going to be pissed she missed this," she said while running off to her room.

Bella stumbled a few times and I stood up instinctively. She was drunk and I didn't want her cracking her head open on her hardwood floors.

That floor sounded pretty serious when I had heard her practically sprint to the door when Emmett rang the bell. It was actually pretty adorable how excited she seemed to be by our arrival. I wasn't sure if that was specifically reserved for me or not but a guy could dream.

"Here I've got it," she grinned triumphantly.

She bent over towards her stereo and I gulped hard. I had a generous view of that ass I loved so dearly and she had no idea.

I stared at the curve of her backside while her hair sat lazily over her shoulder. I wanted to go over to her right then and take her. She started to sway from side-to-side while searching for the song she was looking for.

My pants got a little tighter as booth cheeks bounced from side-to-side. It was hardly fair she was doing this.

Luckily for me though I could stare without the watchful eye of Emmett. He was pretty twisted and was hardly paying attention to me.

I bit my lip as she bent down further to balance on the balls of her feet. She was kneeling in front of the stereo and her t-shirt had rode up slightly revealing a pair of pale yellow laced panties that peeked out from her shorts. I grabbed the pillow next to me and casually placed it over the bulge in my pants.

"FOUND IT!" she said loudly.

It was somewhat comical how loud she was when she was drunk. I knew she'd hate anything at that decibel in the morning and I chuckled at the thought.

I watched her as she opened a cabinet and grabbed a video camera. Extremely inappropriate thoughts ran through my head at that moment and I struggled to maintain control. Various images of Bella and me stark naked doing things to each other while that video camera was on zipped through my head. Edward control things down there!

"Okay Emmett you're up," she said while sauntering over to me with the video camera. "Edward you need to record Emmett dancing. He lost truth or dare last time and we need to have proof of his compliance with the rules. I'm too drunk to keep the camera steady."

Her words were mostly slurred but I was surprised when she said compliance. Surprisingly, she sat next to me and pressed play. I burst out in laughter when the dialogue came over the speakers. I knew the song. It was the Bloodhound Gang's "The Bad Touch."

I couldn't believe Emmett was about to dance to this song while he was drunk nonetheless.

Bella giggled next to me and leaned into me while laughing. It was an innocent gesture but I was glad she was being warmer with me after her disposition earlier.

Emmett was shaking his butt and jumping back and forth. His ability to keep in count with the beat was impressive. He resembled a Chippendale's waiter at the moment and I was on the verge of tears from laughter.

Bella had gotten up and dimmed the lights marginally. Emmett was still very visible on the video from the light emanating from the television.

I almost lost it when Emmett began to dry hump the air during the line "Do it like they do on the Discovery channel."

What surprised me the most though was when Bella got up and started dancing with Emmett, playing the seductive girl?

It was comical but at the same time somewhat sexy. She had a natural talent for swaying her hips and hair in the most erotic way.

Little Edward was getting excited again so I brought my attention back to Emmett. The song was going to end soon but this had been worth the entire night of dealing with their drunkenness and Bella's foul disposition.

When the song came to an end I stood up and switched the light on while still aiming the camera at Emmett. Bella was doubled over in laughter and Emmett was bowing dramatically.

If there was anything Emmett should not have been doing in that moment, it was bowing. His dancing was so awful that it was painfully humorous. It was like a train wreck you couldn't help but watch.

I switched the camera off and sat back down on the loveseat. Bella finally stopped laughing and again came to sit with me on the loveseat.

Emmett sprawled across the couch and smiled. I knew he couldn't believe what he'd just done either. I wondered if he'd remember in the morning.

"So, why did you need to record Emmett?" I asked Bella.

"We always record each other's dares. I'm not really sure why but I guess it's something laugh about and use for blackmail in the future—besides Alice wasn't here for it."

"I see. So what sort of dares do you have on this thing."

I tapped the camera lightly and she snatched it from my hand.

"No dares I'd ever want you to see."

"Oh c'mon. You won't even tell me one?"

"Nope. My lips are sealed Masen."

"You're no fun Bella."

"Yes I am! I just danced to 'The Bad Touch' with Emmett, in front of you, on a camera, and I'm drunk. I'd say that's very fun. And if I remember correctly you were laughing."

"Touché."

Bella turned back to the TV and began watching the movie that was on. I was vaguely aware of anything that was going on in the movie and didn't have the smallest desire to find out. I was busy watching Bella as she watched the movie.

The way she flinched when the scary parts came or the way she studied the film as the plot unfolded was so mesmerizing. At one point she changed her position on the loveseat and began to lean into me.

Taking advantage of the situation, I lifted my arm and pulled her against my chest. She leaned into my side and snuggled up to me. My body was heating with excitement and apprehension. Aside from this afternoon, we had never been this close and with her initiation. It was usually me that pushed the boundaries to explore what was there between us.

Emmett finally nodded out and began snoring. I smiled over at the big moron and Bella giggled lightly. The way her body vibrated against mine was incredible.

I could get used to this closeness. It felt like she was molded for my body and fit perfectly against my side. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. I stole a whiff of the scent intermittingly and closed my eyes in ecstasy.

This girl was beyond words. I pressed my lips to her hair lightly and waited for her to respond. After a couple of seconds I looked down at her to see her sound asleep in my arm.

I smiled at the sight and shifted so I could pick her up. I carried her bridal style down the hall and brought her into the room I assumed was hers.

The door was open and led to a moderately decorated bedroom. It matched her. I set her down on the bed and pulled the sheets up to cover her tiny frame.

Even asleep she was beautiful. I pressed my lips to her hair once more and was about to pull away when her arms locked around my neck. I jerked back and looked at her skeptically. Her big, brown, doe eyes were looking at me earnestly even though they were hooded slightly by her fatigue.

"Edward, don't leave me," she pleaded.

I grinned at her adorableness and placed a kiss on her hair.

"I'll come back tomorrow Bella. You need to go to sleep. Is your alarm clock set?"

"No," she moaned.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when she did that. I knew it was a childlike 'no' but her moan was so sensual I couldn't help but be turned on. I looked at her with wide eyes and leaned over to set her alarm clock.

"Bella, what time should I set it for?"

"Six."

I nodded and played with the buttons until I was sure I had set the alarm for her. She'd be a mess tomorrow morning and being late wouldn't help her.

I put the clock back down on her nightstand and looked back at her. Her eyes were closed but her arms were still locked around my neck.

"Okay, it's set Bella. Goodnight. Call me if you need anything."

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

She never answered my question.

She pulled me down to her and crashed her lips against mine. I was bewildered but thrilled. I was finally kissing Bella. Those lips I had imagined tasting all these weeks were finally touching my own.

They were softer than I had imagined and just as plump and full as they looked. It was a closed mouth kiss and she didn't even part her lips against mine to continue it but it was amazing.

I pulled myself away from her when she stopped responding—she had fallen asleep. I chuckled and shook my head. Only Bella would fall asleep while kissing me and of course I'd be the one to have a gorgeous girl fall asleep while kissing me.

It was a bit of an ego killer but I was still thrilled she had kissed me. I didn't know if she'd remember in the morning but I didn't care. It would be a good memory whether it happened again or not.

I reluctantly left her room and woke Emmett up. He groaned and complained but finally got up when I promised him he could sleep in the car.

I turned Bella's TV off and inspected the place once before deeming it safe. I locked her door with Emmett's spare key and made my way out of the building.

Emmett leaned on me a lot for support but I kept him steady. I got him in the car and was about to get into the driver's side when a small girl appeared on the sidewalk, making her way towards Bella's building.

It was Alice.

I closed my door and ran up to her. She seemed a little startled but relaxed when she realized it was me.

"Gees Edward, you almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing here?"

"Emmett and I were hanging out with Bella. They're both pretty wasted. Can you do me a favor and make sure Bella has some water and check on her once in a while. She hasn't thrown up yet but I suspect she will soon. She's good at holding her liquor but no one can hold the amount she had. Oh and I set her alarm clock for her…at least I think I did."

"Is that all Edward?" Alice asked with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm just worried about her."

"I know. It's okay. I'll take care of her. Goodnight, Edward."

"Goodnight, Alice. Call me if you two need anything."

"Okay."

I turned and made my way to the Volvo. Emmett was already passed out in the front seat.

I prayed he'd be able to make it to the house without getting sick. I don't know what I'd do if he got anywhere near throwing up in my car. This was my baby. I'd kick Emmett out on the sidewalk to barf before she got dirty from his puke.

The ride to our apartment was short and Emmett had thankfully made it without having any close calls. I walked him upstairs and set him down in his room. His alarm clock was already set so I put a glass of water next to his bedroom and made my way to the bathroom.

I stripped and got into the shower, cleaning away all traces of dirt.I put on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed.

I lay there for a while staring at the ceiling but only seeing Bella's face. The way she looked while she watched the movie was so breathtaking.

She was completely absorbed in the plot and so unaware of her surroundings. That's how I felt most times I looked at her. It was as though she and I were the only people who existed in those moments. All traces of reality and the pain of everyday life were gone. It was only me and my stunning Bella.

My thoughts floated to when she kissed me and I found myself instinctively touching my lips trying to remember the feel of her lips against mine.

It was singularly the best moment of my entire life. I could only imagine what it would feel like when we were both sober and awake. I continued to rub my lip in disbelief. Would she remember the feel of my lips on hers in the morning?

BPOV

The sound of my alarm clock going off was the most unwelcomed sound in the entire world at the present moment.

My head was pounding from the bottle of Vodka I had downed last night and the irritating buzz was deafening. I slammed my hand against the clock, sending the offensive object to the floor.

It crashed against the wood floor but I didn't care. I buried my face in my pillows and fell back to sleep. I was dreaming of nothing when I felt something tugging at my arm.

"Bella, you have to wake up. C'mon you've got work," Alice pleaded.

I groaned loudly and shoved her away.

"Call in sick for me," I moaned.

"Bella you have contract drafting to start today."

"Tell Sheryl. She'll be okay with it. Ashleigh and Simon can handle things along with the others."

"What's her number?"

"It's in my cell phone. It's somewhere in my pillows."

I waited for her to shove me while she looked for the cell phone but suddenly her designated ringtone—Madonna's "Material Girl"—went off. In my ear!

"ALICE!"

"What? I wasn't going to search around. I'll call Sheryl and be back."

I sighed in exasperation while Alice danced out of my room.

My temples were throbbing and my throat was exceptionally dry and foul tasting. I had gotten up a few times to puke. I looked over to my nightstand and saw a glass of water. I took a large gulp and closed my eyes in relief.

The water tasted funny after being out all night but I was thrilled to have my throat satiated.

Alice came back quickly and told me Sheryl would have me covered and that I should get better soon. I lay back down in my bed after Alice left my room. I tried to fall asleep while I listened to the faint noises of her getting ready for work.

Eventually I nodded out and woke up to the ringing on my doorbell. At first I thought it was part of my dream.

I sat up quickly and regretted the action. Vertigo took over and I clutched at my head in hopes of stopping the room from spinning.

I composed myself and grabbed my bathrobe when I noticed my clothes—a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Not exactly the greatest attire for greeting someone at your door.

I walked very slowly to the door and cursed the stranger when they rang the doorbell again. The sound was such an intrusion and nuisance. I wanted to pull the wires out and disconnect it.

"Who is it?" I wondered in a coarse voice.

I grabbed my throat and rolled my eyes. I sounded like a lifetime smoker.

"Edward."

My eyes bugged out of my head. I threw the door open and was met with the gorgeous face of Edward Masen.

His arm was stretched out on the door frame while he leaned in casually. I could get used to seeing him like this.

Edward's eyes snapped up to meet mine and I was drowned in his green stare. This man was absolutely breathtaking. I, on the other hand, was standing in my doorframe in a bathrobe with a wicked hangover.

What the hell was he doing here? Didn't he have some gorgeous model nurse he could be wisely spending his time with? Or was that the key to the whole thing…I was the charity case?

"Hey, Bella."

"Hi, Edward. What are you doing here?"

He lifted a brown paper bag from the hand that wasn't leaning on the door frame.

"I figured you'd be pretty sick today and I brought some lunch. I called Alice and she told me you were home to I decided to come here on my lunch break."

My mouth hung open in disbelief. He was so thoughtful that I didn't know how to respond. No guy ever cared this much about me. Not even Alice brought me lunch on her lunch break when I was at home hung-over.

He smiled at my loss for words and straightened up, seemingly waiting for me to invite him in.

I moved my mouth slightly to get the words out but I couldn't. I stepped to the side and gestured for him to come in. Edward strolled past me and waited as I closed the door. I walked in front of him and led him to our tiny dining room.

He pulled my seat out for me and I smiled meekly. Edward was so considerate it was almost sickening. I was too much of a girl to think it was totally sickening.

He sat in the seat next to my right, at the head of the table. I grabbed the paper bag from him and pulled out a container of soup. I looked up at him and he grinned his crooked smile.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was cute to see him so pleased that I was happy. It was reassuring. I stood up to go to the kitchen but Edward held a plastic spoon in front of me. I sat back down and thanked him while taking the spoon.

I began to drink the soup and it was though I immediately felt better. Edward knew exactly what to do to cure my hangover.

I ate for a while, purposely avoiding eye contact with Edward—who was watching me the entire time—due to the fact I was afraid I wouldn't be able to look away.

He had gotten up momentarily and brought me a glass with ice and poured me some ginger ale which he had brought.

This man was perfect. It was hardly fair that I was forced to only be his friend. I felt like it was cruel joke from God. Finally, the perfect guy arrives and we're just friends.

I wanted to combust last night with the ache I had to make us more than friends. Edward flirted of course but it was never enough to confirm that he actually liked me. For all I knew he was flirt and that was it.

"That was really good. Thank you Edward."

"It was my pleasure, you're welcome."

"Why did you come all the way out to Queens for your break? Won't you have to leave soon?"

"No, I took an extended lunch. I'll just work an extra hour tonight after my shift is technically over. Is that alright? I can leave if you'd like. I can imagine you're tired."

"No!" I practically shouted.

He smiled coyly at me and looked as though if he were a blusher he would be right now.

"I mean I'd like for you to stay. I wanted to say some things."

"What about?"

"Well for one, I'm sorry about my drinking and behavior last night. I was frustrated and I took it out on you. Secondly, thank you for bringing me to my bed. I know Emmett was too drunk to have done that. And lastly, thanks for coming over."

A flash of surprise and hurt crossed his eyes for a moment. I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't sure if it was in reaction to my admission. I had told Edward I was frustrated last night and I wasn't sure if he had put two-and-two together.

I was upset about his reluctance to kiss me last night and his reaction to me. It seemed like he was almost repulsed by the idea the way he balled his fists together and stared at the TV.

"Bella, there's no need to apologize or say thank you. Putting you to bed and coming over was my pleasure. I'm not sure why you were upset last night but I apologize if I had anything to do with it."

So he didn't know about why I was upset. Then why was he upset?

"Edward?"

"Yes."

"What else happened last night?"

"Emmett did a dance to 'The Bad Touch' and we recorded it. You said it was for some dare."

"I missed that!"

"No actually, you got up and danced with him. It's all on your tape if you'd like to watch it later," he said with a smirk.

"What else happened?"

"Well nothing of consequence…" he was trailing off. Why?

"Edward what is it?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing! Tell me."

He paused momentarily and seemed to be deliberating. This must have been pretty bad.

"Um, well Bella…we…you…kind of sort of…"

"Uh-huh…" I urged.

"Kissed me."

I closed my eyes. This could not be happening. The one time I actually kiss Edward Masen I'm inebriated! What the hell's the matter with me? I need to keep off the alcohol. After 21 there's no excuse for this level of stupidity.

How did I even manage to get him alone to kiss me? Emmett's watchful eye was on us all night. At least I think it was.

"Why? How?"

"I can't answer you why. Only you know the answer to that question but I can explain how."

"What did I do?"

"As I was putting you to sleep you latched onto me and just kissed me. It wasn't bad or anything. And I'd be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy it somewhat but you fell asleep during the kiss."

I groaned and he laughed at me. I didn't find this particularly funny. It was hardly fair he could laugh about it.

This was singularly the most embarrassing moment of my life. It didn't matter if he said he'd enjoyed it. He said 'somewhat.'

"Edward, I'm sorry. I must seem like some drunken fool to you. Honestly I don't drink that often it's just that when I do I tend to get a little crazy. Emmett brings out the worst in me."

"Don't apologize Bella. I understand. Like I said before it wasn't unpleasant. I was just taken aback by it. We're still friends, right? I don't want things to be awkward between us. I can understand how alcohol can make you uninhibited."

Uninhibited. I scoffed at the word. Edward was lucky that's all I did to him. Being truly uninhibited would have been raping this so-called "friend." I wanted Edward so bad and if I really let go of my inhibitions and did what I wanted he'd feel truly awkward.

"Look why don't we talk about something else. I had something I wanted to ask you."

"Shoot."

"I was planning on setting Jasper up with Alice but Jasper is nervous about a blind date. I was hoping I could convince you to tag along with me. It could be sort of like a double-date. Just as friends of course."

There he went again with the 'just friends' thing.

Gosh, that kiss must have been really awful if he was trying this hard to make me feel better about it and avoid the embarrassment for me. Well, at least I knew where we stood. It was a fact…I would be on AM forever while Edward cruised the cool stations on FM.

It hurt but I pushed the thought away. Right now I was more concerned with Alice's happiness. I would need to get her out with Jasper.

I didn't care if it meant pretending to hide my feelings and hang out with Edward platonically while we tried to fuse a relationship between Alice and Jasper.

"Sure," I replied softly.

"Great! I was thinking we could go out Saturday. Are you and Alice busy?"

"No she's off Saturday and I don't work weekends."

"Alright. It sounds like a plan," he smiled his perfect imperfect smile.

So they finally kissed! I know it wasn't what everyone wanted but be patient...you'll love next chapter. It's the ever-popular "non-date" concept but with a twist.

Preview for next chapter: (It's switches between POV's again)

It was official. I was an idiot—a certified, prize-winning, idiot. And it was because of me being this huge idiot that I was getting ready to go out on my "non-date" with Edward. I was seriously becoming a masochist. I agreed to go out on a date with the man I was head over heels for. What the hell was I thinking?