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A/N: Oh man, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! Yes, I know I pumped you for them, but so what? I read and cherish them all. They make me laugh and spark my creative mind. Keep em coming! :D
You know what I'm in the mood for? Lemonade! ;D ... Oh and M&M's... *snickers*
BTW, I updated my photobucket account with some new pics for this story. There's pics of Edward's NYC apartment, Bella's brownstone, and Renee's Jacksonville house. Also, there's a funny pic of Drunkward with is blackening eye from the night that was displayed on TMZ. Lol. Link is below:
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P.S. I changed the names of the celebs that appear in this story. I don't want anyone getting mad at me and reporting me, cuz then this story would get pulled by THE MAN. And we don't want that to happen do we? So...from here on out, the names will be slightly changed, but I'm sure you can figure out who it is... ;D
Chapter Song: Loving the Alien – Velvet Revolver
Chapter 7 – Midnight Delights and Joe Pesci Threats
Sometime later in the middle of the night, I awoke with a start. The dream I'd just had was the cause of my frantic heartbeat. Warm arms surrounded me and the sound of Edward's even breathing was the only noise that could be heard. The neon 'Corona' sign at the bar across from the bed illuminated the room in a soft yellow and blue glow. I turned my head and gazed down at the sleeping god who lay on my chest.
Jeez, he was beautiful, even in this light. I stared at the strong lines of his jaw and the way the light from the bar reflected off of it. My eyes drifted to his long dark lashes where they kissed the top of his cheekbone and then down to his muscular bicep where it held my waist securely.
I seemed to still be in full-blown panic attack mode. My thoughts were now a jumble of things, but mostly I thought of our conversation a few hours earlier. I always knew it was so pathetic the way I had followed Riley to New York. Who fucking does that? Seriously. It just wasn't something a girl like me would do. Sure, Riley was hot and all, but really.
And I've always been so ashamed of myself for it that I never told anyone – not my mom, definitely not Charlie, and not Alice either. Edward was the first person I'd ever shared that with.
Fuck. He probably thinks I'm crazy or something.
"Bella, what's wrong?" he murmured sleepily.
I gasped because I had thought he was in a deep peaceful sleep.
"I uh…you're awake?" I stuttered.
The corners of his mouth twitched with a smile but he kept his eyes closed. "I was until you started thrashing around and talking about wolves and ugly Raggedy-Ann doll bitches," he laughed. "Not only do you sleep like the dead, but you talk in your sleep," he chuckled in amazement. "Carlisle said it was pretty funny, but I think it's fascinating."
"Oh," I whispered quietly.
I didn't really remember my dream in detail, but I knew who was in it, and what had happened in it…well sort of. You know how sometimes you dream about something and none of it makes sense, but you're so damn sure that it's real when you're having it, and it scares the ever-loving shit out of you? Well, there you go.
"Hey," Edward said, raising his head from the pillow to look down at me with concern. "Are you alright? Your heart's still going a hundred miles an hour." He gently grabbed my chin. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I…just had a bad dream."
"What was it about?"
"Um…I don't know," my voice cracked, on the verge of tears. Fuck! I was about to cry again? "It was nothing, go back to sleep."
"Bella, it wasn't 'nothing' if it's got you all upset like this."
He stroked the wayward hairs away from my face, comforting me. Once again, I was powerless to try and keep any information from him.
"I dreamed that I was back in High School…with Riley. Except this time I was dating him instead of just watching him from afar…and then Victoria showed up there and he just walked off with her while she laughed at me. And then I started crying and you showed up, but…you were laughing at me too and then you just… left with a bunch of skanky girls." Fuck, I could barely say it out loud since the sickening images still played through my mind. "I know it's stupid, just…just forget it," I laughed. Well, I tried to laugh it off, at least.
God, he was probably going to think I still had feelings for Riley or something since I said I dreamed about him. I sure as hell did not have any feelings for Riley Biers anymore. In fact, that first part of the dream with Riley in it wasn't what bothered me at all. It was the part with Edward and the way he looked at me in the dream that broke me. It was that same look he'd given me the other night – the disgusted look, and that stupid fucking arrogant laugh. If I ever heard him laugh like that at me again, I'd have to smack the aftershave off his face.
You'd think I'd feel angry after having a dream like that, but instead I just felt…low.
I'd never really considered myself to be insecure. I wouldn't say I looked like a supermodel either, but I would say that I have sex appeal. I've learned how to flirt over the years, and I know that guys look at me at times. But being around Edward and his otherworldly looks is enough to make any girl have a slight complex, no?
So, after that dream, I guess I'd felt…rejected? I didn't really know what word to put on it, but I knew I didn't like how it felt. It scared the shit out of me. But, I told you that already, didn't I?
"I get it," Edward said. "You're scared."
"What are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance. Jesus, how did he know?
"Bella, you're just scared of getting hurt again. It's okay to admit it. I'm scared too. I know you wouldn't do what Tanya did to me, but there's still other ways that this could end badly. And…at some point, you're just gonna have to jump in head first and trust me."
"Pft. I'm not scared of anything," I lied, trying to sound confident when I was anything but. Why couldn't I just admit it? He'd admitted to being scared. Why couldn't I?
Edward chuckled and dipped his head down to put his lips on my neck as his hand trailed up my thigh, making me shudder.
"Mmm…you…are a horrible liar…and you're so stubborn," he hummed along my neck, his stubble tickling me. "You know what my favorite candy is, Bella?"
My brain struggled to put a thought together and my breath caught in my throat as he placed open mouth kisses on the sweet spot behind my ear. His hand continued its way up my thigh and just under the hem of my camisole.
"What?" I whispered.
"M&M's…" he murmured between kisses. "They're just like you…hard on the outside…soft and sweet on the inside…" he hummed before he sucked the tip of my earlobe into his warm mouth.
I moaned and his calloused finger tips dragged under my camisole and up the skin along my ribs until they made their way to the flesh around my nipple and his knee began to push my legs apart.
"Um…uh huh…" I stuttered and he chuckled against my neck.
"You know how I like to eat my M&M's, Baby?" he purred.
"H-how?"
"I lick the hard shell off first," he said as he sat up a bit and licked a slow trail from my neck to the skin between my breasts while his hand trailed down to the heat between my legs.
"Oh, God," I moaned, my hands coming up to tangle into his soft, messy hair.
Edward used his other hand to move the neckline of my tank top down below my breasts. He licked and sucked them ever so slowly while his long talented fingers played my heated flesh like a finely tuned instrument. Just when it was getting to be almost too much, he stopped and moved his head up to brush his lips over mine.
"And after the hard shell is gone…" he whispered over my lips. "…I enjoy the sweetness inside as it melts in my mouth."
Jesus tap-dancing Christ, I would never look at a bag of M&M's again without blushing.
He moved himself directly over me and pulled my hands from his hair to raise them above my head as he devoured my mouth with his luscious lips and skilled tongue. His hips pushed against mine as he pinned me to the bed while we tasted each other's mouths, making out like teenagers for what felt like forever while he palmed my breasts and bucked his hips against me, rubbing me right…there. He was hard as titanium.
I could feel cock-zilla straining against his boxer briefs, waiting to be unleashed and I wondered how much longer he would keep this sweet torment up.
My answer came when he gripped both of my wrists above my head with one of his large hands and slowly pulled my camisole up above my head, leaving it just around my wrists like some sort of restraint. He moved his hands down to my lace panties, dragging them down each hip, one side at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. Once they were off, he tossed them over his shoulder and smirked at me.
He lowered his head and sucked my bottom lip into his while he removed his boxer briefs. After his hot chest touched mine, he ground his hips into me and I felt the warm tip at my entrance. Suddenly he stopped and groaned in frustration.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
"We have to stop," he said sadly, backing away from my body. It was like getting your favorite taken away, and I pouted.
"Are you fucking with me?"
"Bella…I packed in a hurry and I…I didn't think we would…ah fuck. I didn't bring any condoms."
Well…shit. Um…I guess this was a good a time as any to start… trusting?
"Edward, I um…I've been on birth control for the last…like forever," I mumbled. "I get a shot every three months and I always used a condom with Riley. I'm clean, but…you…I don't…"
Riley had always insisted on using a condom just in case. He was paranoid as hell that I'd get knocked up and his life would be over. We even had a huge fight once because my period was two freaking days late and he damn near had a nervous breakdown.
Edward let out a relieved breath. "I got tested after I broke up with Tanya. I mean, we always used a condom too, but still… and I haven't been with anyone since…I'm clean too, but…"
"Okay," I agreed after a few seconds of consideration, pulling him down to me again with my legs since my arms were still restrained.
"Bella, we don't have to."
You'd think I'd be having thoughts of doubt about going bareback with a supposed man-whore like Edward Masen. I'd seen only a couple of tabloid pictures of him out with different women, but he'd said he'd not been with anyone since Tanya and that he was clean and free of disease, so… I believed him. I trusted him.
I didn't have to trust him, but somehow I did, where that was concerned. Maybe it was crazy or stupid of me, but he just didn't seem like the man-whore type after all. It wasn't him. He wasn't a man-whore. Somehow I knew it deep down in my soul.
"I trust you, if you trust me," I told him.
He smiled at me and cradled my face with one hand before giving me the sweetest kiss, I'd ever received.
"Are you sure?" he murmured against my lips.
"Yes."
He pulled the camisole from around my wrists and threw it somewhere. I couldn't tell you where it landed because I was too busy wrapping my arms around him, pulling him as close to me as I could, not that it was ever close enough.
We wrapped our bodies around each other as he slowly pushed himself into me. If I thought it was huge the first time, with out a condom, it felt…enormous and tight and just…damn. I moaned when he was finally in all the way and our hips connected.
"If you keep making sounds like that," he panted. "This isn't gonna last very long."
"If you keep talking," I countered, panting as well. "Ah, fuck. I can't think straight." I couldn't think of a good comeback. I was dumbfounded by the feeling of all of him between my legs.
He snickered at my comment for a second but then he looked down at me and his face turned serious. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you, Bella."
Those were the last words he spoke before he started to move inside of me. It started out slow and sweet, but after a few minutes we were grunting and panting like crazy and I thanked God that the basement was soundproof. All I needed was for my mom and Phil to hear me moaning like an animal when Edward pulled my leg over his shoulder and drove himself into me.
He must have been doing math equations in his head or some shit, because he was definitely not a Two-pump-chump like he'd feared.
We made love for what felt like hours. Soooo many different positions. My favorite of the night would have to be the both of us sitting up while I held myself up by holding onto his legs and he sucked on my breasts and my neck. Yeah, that was a very good one.
Finally we ended up back in the missionary position and he slowed down his movements again, savoring the moment I guess. He moved his hand down between my legs and tickled my clit with his thumb and that was what sent me over the edge again. I moaned loudly and panted his name while he pushed into me again and again, cradling my neck with one of his strong hands.
"Baby, I can't stop," he groaned against my neck.
"Don't stop! Fuck, don't stop!" I panted as my walls clenched down in sweet release for the third time that night, each orgasm stronger than the previous. I clawed down his arms with my fingernails as my eyes focused on his. I could tell he liked watching me finish.
"So gorgeous…Bella… fuck!" he growled as he released into me. Watching Edward orgasm was almost enough to make me do it again. The way his neck tensed up and his jaw tightened...not to mention the sinew muscles in his shoulders and arms. His eyes clenched shut as if he were being burned by some invisible flame and then opened again to stare at me with complete satisfaction, sated.
He pumped into me a few more times, while I came back to Earth, then he rolled us to the side while he continued to kiss me with his delicious lips. It took me a minute or two to catch my breath and to be able to see straight again.
Edward pulled out of me and I winced. He kissed me slowly and deeply three more times before he got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on and off again before he was back, cleaning me up with a warm, wet wash cloth. I felt kind of stupid for just laying there and letting him do it. I don't know why but I just did. It was like he was taking care of me, and that wasn't something I was used to.
All my life, I'd taken care of everyone else. My mom was a lovable scatter-brain who couldn't ever remember to pay the damn water bill, and after she and my dad split up when I was ten, he just kind of stopped doing shit for himself. So when I was fourteen and Mom met Phil, I moved in with my old man and tried my best to be the one to care for him and be the woman of the house. I cooked for him, cleaned the house, I even made sure his uniforms were ironed and replaced when they got too faded.
It turned out that Riley was a lot like my mother in the scatter-brain department. He was always losing his apartment keys, forgetting to sign up for classes, forgetting to turn in homework assignments, etc. The short time we lived together was a nightmare to say the least. He always forgot to pay the rent, he never went shopping for groceries, and he'd always leave the toilet seat up. How many times can one person dunk their ass in the toilet and not get pissed. More than twenty, that's how many times it took before I nailed the fucking thing down. And God forbid I ever caught a cold. Riley would lock me away in my bedroom for fear that he'd catch whatever I had. Either that or he'd leave the apartment altogether and I'd have to fend for myself. I always knew he was a germ-a-phobe, but sheesh! It would have been nice if he'd at least bought me a Gatorade before leaving.
"Hey," Edward said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "What are you thinking about over there?" He was lying right next to me, staring at me intently.
"Nothing," I lied with a small smile and hopped up off the bed and over to the mini-fridge. I pulled out two bottled waters and came back to the bed, handing Edward one.
"Thanks."
"Mm-hm," I mumbled as I took a long drink from the bottle.
After getting our fill of water, we got under the covers and I snuggled into his embrace, our legs twining together like a pretzel. Edward drew lazy eights across my back with his fingertips while I stroked the stubble on his jaw.
"Bella?"
"Hmm?"
"I really want you to."
"Want me to what?"
"Trust me."
"Uh…it's a little late for that, Edward. We kinda already-"
"Not that, Bella. You know what I mean."
Oh. He meant trust him as in…trust him not to break my heart. Not to break me. Could I do that? It was such a huge risk. I mean, he could have any girl, and from what I'd seen so far, they were literally throwing themselves at him, day after day, concert after concert. He'd asked for my trust, but what did that mean? Did he want to have a relationship with me or was this just a fun fling to him? It was too much think about for now. Maybe I should just stop fucking around in my head and ask him.
Ah, but then I'd be the nagging girl saying, 'Are we in a relationship or what?' and I didn't want to be that girl. Guys hate that shit.
I sighed, giving the only answer I could. "I know…I'm… trying."
"Okay," he said quietly, tucking my head into his chest and then continuing to draw patterns on my back. I traced my fingers over the little patches of sparse hair on his chest and listened to his even heartbeat until my eyelids fluttered closed again.
X-X-X
I could vaguely make out my mothers voice through my thick fog of sleepiness.
"Bella…" she called from the top of the stairs. "Breakfast is ready if you two are up for it!"
I cleared my throat and opened one eye to see Edward smiling with his eyes closed again.
"Don't smile yet," I whispered to him. "You haven't tasted her cooking." He snickered and pulled me closer to him until his obvious hard-on was pressed up against my stomach. Jesus, did that thing ever sleep?
"Bella!" my mother called again.
"Yeah, Mom… We heard you!" I rasped. "We'll be up later!"
She giggled and shut the door again and I rolled my eyes.
"I'll make us something to eat if there's nothing edible up there," I told him.
"I can cook us some omelets if she has the stuff," he offered.
"You…you can cook?"
"Uh, yeah, why? Is that like… gay or something?" he laughed, one side of his mouth turning up in that sexy ass smile of his. Why would cooking be gay? Jake was gay and he couldn't even boil water without burning it. And let's not even go into the whole Thanksgiving fiasco from two years ago… He kept making comments about the turkey baster... I lost my appetite that year.
Turkey basters are supposed to have one use only. For turkeys. Only. Nuff said.
"No, it's just…I've never met a guy who could cook, that's all."
"Well, Bella," he joked as he pushed up against me and pulled my leg over his hip. "I'm a very talented man, in case you haven't heard." He slowly pushed into me once again and my eyes rolled back. I was a little sore, but that wasn't why I was moaning.
Nope, Cock-zilla didn't ever sleep. And I wasn't complaining.
About an hour later, we finally emerged from our cocoon and headed upstairs. I was right. My mom had attempted pancakes and they were burnt to a damn crisp. Thankfully, she and Phil had taken off to do some shopping at the sporting goods store and we had the house to ourselves for a while. Edward started cooking while I called Alice to check in.
Apparently she and Edward were in cahoots the whole time since I'd called her from the road the day before. She'd said that he'd called her in a panic that morning and begged for her help to track me down. She'd also told me that Riley had been over at my work talking to Victoria, and Alice was worried that he might say something to Victoria about Edward and I.
"He probably already did, Alice. Who cares?"
"Bella…If James finds out about you guys, he'll make me put someone else on the story. It's a conflict of interest and all that."
"That's fine, Ali. Just make sure it's somebody good, and for the love of God, do not send Lauren."
Over my dead, cold body would that tramp get my interview.
"Bella," she said nervously. "I just don't think that's a good idea. Can't you call Riley and ask him not to say anything?"
Ugh. I really didn't want to speak to that stupid baboon's ass. Although, I knew it had to be done since he'd almost royally fucked things up between Edward and I, and I couldn't let him get away with that.
"Yeah," I groaned. "I'll call him."
I wrapped up my call with Alice, and Edward sat down to eat with me. I told him what was going on and he agreed that I needed to call Riley and say something to him. Actually, Edward wanted to talk to him really bad, but I asked him to let me handle it. After we finished eating the best omelet and seasoned potatoes I'd ever had in my entire life, Edward got up, cleared the table and started to load the dishwasher. I couldn't help but watch him with awe. It was like I'd stepped into the Twilight Zone or something to watch a man act so domesticated.
When he sat down again, I glanced at the clock. It was just after nine a.m. Riley would be out for his morning run. I smirked at the Lucy Ricardo-style plan that formed in my head and dialed his number, putting him on speaker while I moved to sit in Edward's lap. After four rings, Riley picked up.
"Izzy?"
"Hello, fuck-face."
I could hear his feet slow to a stop on the ground.
"Have you changed your mind?"he huffed, catching his breath.
"About what?"
"Me coming back," he said confidently. "I know you miss me."
I couldn't help but gag and almost vomit my omelet back up into my mouth. Edward snickered at the disgusted look on my face, but stifled his laughter, while he rubbed my thigh to comfort me.
"Nah, not at all," I told Riley. "But you know what I do think?"
"What's that, Babe?"
Edward's grip on my thigh tightened a bit and then released. I leaned down and placed a kiss on his perfect pouty lips before continuing my conversation.
"I was thinking that the bruise on your face looks pretty nasty. Your nose looks like it might even be broken."
"Wha- how do you know what it looks like?"
"I can see you right now. Through my scope."
Edward's eyebrow quirked up at me in confusion while he continued to listen.
"Scope?" Riley asked.
"Yeah, you know…like those ones snipers use on their targets."
"You…you're watching me right now?"
"Yup. And I have one of those cute little high-powered rifles the snipers use too. You know, the ones with a silencer? Borrowed it from Charlie."
Riley was quiet for a minute, and I waited to see if he would take the bait.
"Bullshit, Bella. If you can see me, what color shorts am I wearing?"
"Red and black," I answered immediately. "Oh, and you also have on an ugly grey t-shirt with a bleach stain on the left shoulder. Want me to tell you what shoes you're wearing too?"
"Shit!"
I could just picture the dumbass looking all around to see where I was supposedly hiding.
"That's right, asshole. I see you, and I'll be watching you all the time from now on. I know what you did and how you lied to Edward, you stupid dick! And you know how I hate liars. So here's how it's gonna go. You listening?" There was a long silence on the other end. "Helloooooo…"
"Um…yeah!"
"You… are not going to tell one single soul about me and Edward or about this phone call. And you are never going to bother me again. If I even so much as smell you anywhere near me, you lose a toe or a fingertip, and I will make it look accidental, capeche?"
Edward lowered his head to my mom's kitchen table while he shook with silent laughter.
"Bella, what the hell-"
"Did I tell you to talk yet?" I barked in my best Joe Pesci style voice.
Silence on the other end.
"Good," I said. "Now, you didn't already tell anybody did you?"
"Yeah, but…but it was only one person! And she won't say anything, I swear!"
So, he probably had told Victoria already. Damn it. That could be bad. Maybe I'd have to call that stupid slut, too. Better take care of this stupid slut first.
"Oh, Riley…" I said in a sad tone. "That was a bad move…"
"Bella, wait!"
"Tell you what. Since you didn't know my demands yet, I'll give you a ten second head start."
"Head start… for what?"
"Run."
"Bella, what the fuck!"
"Nine seconds, Riley…eight…seven…"
"Bella!"
"Five…four…"
My phone beeped, signaling the end of the call. Riley had hung up and was probably running for dear life. Edward looked up at me in utter shock and disbelief.
"What?" I shrugged. "My dad's the Chief of Police in my hometown. So I've learned a few tricks in the art of intimidation."
"But…how did you know what he was wearing?"
I rolled my eyes. "He always wears the same outfit when he runs. He's just too damn stupid to figure it out."
Edward chuckled and shook his head.
"How in the hell did such a moron get into NYU?" he asked.
Rubbing the fingertips and thumb of my left hand together, I showed him the universal sign for money. Riley's parents were loaded and they'd bought his way into and through school. The guy couldn't do a simple book report to save his life. Dumb as a box of rocks, but real pretty to look at. Or so I used to think.
"Wow," Edward said with a Cheshire grin. "That was fucking awesome. Remind me never to piss you off."
Laughing, I jumped off his lap and he playfully swatted my ass. He got up and pinned me against the counter and soon we were making out like teenagers again, rubbing up on each other like a couple of horny dogs… until my mom and Phil came home. The sound of the garage door rolling up, startled us and warned of their arrival. After a minute or two, they came through the side door from the garage. Edward pulled back and groaned against my lips.
"You don't really have one of those rifles or scope things do you?" Edward asked, timidly as he stood in front of me, hiding his massive boner.
"Don't fuck me over and you'll never have to find out," I whispered in his ear before looking into his shocked face and winking at him.
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Can't give all your secrets away. Another thing my pops taught me.
Suddenly I wondered what my dad was going to say about this whole thing with Edward. Not that my dad was any expert on relationships, but he hated Riley with a passion and it made Thanksgiving and Christmas and…hell, every visit back home with Riley was awkward. And Riley's parents didn't like me either. They were snooty and rude and made shitty comments to me left and right about how I was too skinny and too quiet and shit like that. What the fuck ever. My dad had at least been civil to Riley. He never once made a rude comment to him and Riley actually thought my dad liked him. Heh. Little did he know that Charlie was always two seconds away from smacking him upside the back of the head.
Well, that whole meeting would have to wait and possibly never happen because I was not about to have my dad meet Edward just yet…or maybe never. For all I knew, Edward could decide tomorrow that he wasn't interested in me anymore. I would be heartbroken, but at least I could be prepared for it.
The rest of the day was spent inside the house with my mom and Phil because it was raining pretty hard outside still. Edward and I decided to postpone our date for one more day. The weather forecast saying clear beautiful skies for the next two days after this shitty storm, so we stayed inside and watched movies on Netflix. Phil and Edward got along surprisingly well, since Edward had been a huge baseball fan growing up. They talked about baseball while my mom and I got bored and went upstairs to her bedroom and painted each other's toenails.
I told her pretty much everything that had happened over the last week, and she assured me that I was just being paranoid about dating someone who was famous.
It hadn't occurred to me that she'd been in my position before...well, sort of. Phil was famous in his own right when he played on the team.
"I won't lie to you, Bella," she said. "It's not easy being with someone who's gone all the time. That's why I travel with Phil as much as I can."
Great, Mom. That makes me feel sooooo much better.
"But it can be done," she added. "And let me tell you, the reunion sex…wow."
"Ewww…Mom!"
Fucking disgusting! Mom and Phil having…bleh!
"Hey, you had sex in my house, young lady! Don't you ewww me!" she joked.
"We did not!" I lied.
"Don't try to lie to me either, Bella. It's been written all over your face all day, and I could smell the sex in that room, all the way from the top of the stairs. I'm surprised Phil is still down there in the basement right now with Edward!"
My face turned purple from embarrassment and I covered it in shame while my mother laughed her silly little ass off. When we finally got back to the nail painting, she wanted to know where he was taking me for our date. I had no idea what he had planned but my stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sudden realization that I had a date with Edward tomorrow.
I had a date. With Edward Masen. In public.
What was going to happen when the whole world saw us together? Maybe no one would notice us? Maybe he had something private planned?
Maybe I was overthinking things.
A/N: Yeah, I'll never look at a bag of M&M's the same either... So, bareback, huh Bella? Yikes. Don't worry. She's not gonna get knocked up so relax.
And...I don't think Riley will be a problem anymore, do you? Heh heh.
Next chapter is THE DATE! Ahhhhhh! And I'm going to write it from Edward's POV! The only problem is, I have no fucking idea what they should or will do. Okay, I do have some ideas *wiggles eyebrows*. So it looks like I have some thinking to do...hmmm... see you next time.
