A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Immense gratitude to my pre-readers, PurpleBrina17 and joderss.

And super thank you to all of you who reviewed, favourited, and put me and this story on alert. I honestly didn't think anyone would want to read it. I was completely shocked and elated. And I really hope I don't let you down.


I stopped short at the sight that awaited me when I returned to the bedroom. Edward was fast asleep in my bed. Sprawled on his stomach, face nuzzled into the pillows, glorious bare ass in the air. I did not expect this to happen. Well, I never expected the sex in the first place, but I didn't dare even dream he would stay over. Edward never slept at the houses of the girls he fucked. It was a rule. I had heard him many times telling Emmett or Jas that he refused to do the morning dance of awkwardness. No girl was ever worth the effort or the trouble. And he preferred his own bed.

Why was he doing it now?

Maybe he thought because we are friends, he could avoid all that shit.

I momentarily debated waking him up and then immediately decided sleeping next to Edward was a one-time gift I would allow myself.