As Edward pulled up to some huge motherfucking house that was in the middle of nowhere, I looked over at the kid who appeared as if he cooled off during the ride, wanting to ask him why the hell he brought me here but instead of doing any of that, I ended up snorting when I noticed the leather seat that he was sitting on...the one that was now free of rips and therefore...intact, "I see that you had your car fixed..."

"I still can't believe that you did that to me," he said, narrowing his eyes at the quiet laughter that his seriousness produced afterwards, "That wasn't funny, Bella. It was traumatic."

Looking around, I shrugged at the pain that the kid might've experienced, simply because he deserved it that night, thinking that he could tell me what to do, "Well, I fucking warned you, so..."

"Come on."

"Uh, what?" I asked, quickly looking over at him as he got out of the car. Not getting any kind of an answer, I leaned back into my seat and grabbed a hold of the belt before I clicked it on cause there was no way in hell that I was stepping a foot into that house that we were parked in front of, "Edward, why the hell did you bring me here?" I asked as soon as he pulled my door open, "God, just...fucking take me home, man..."

"Bella, I'm not trying to stand out here all night long, just get out of the fucking c—"

"Hey!" I growled, "I'm not the one who's fucking keeping you out, you're the one who fucking brought me here! I mean, I don't even know where the hell we are or I'd walk my ass ho—you know what, move," I gritted, unbuckling myself before pushing him out of my way and stepping out of the car, "I'll find my own way back, I don't need yo—"

Grabbing onto my hand, he stopped me from walking away. "We're at my house."

"Your house?"

"Well, technically, it's my parent's house," I heard him tell me as I looked over at the place that, for some unknown reason, made me nervous, "Jasper and I, we share an apartment but, I've been staying over here a lot more ever since the dude met Alice because she's always there and, well, you know how that fucking goes..."

I grinned at the irritation that I detected in his voice when he talked about the Pixie always being around, "Is someone a little jealous of his cousin?"

"How'd you know that Jasper was my cousin?" he asked, because he never told me.

I shrugged, "I have my ways."

"Well, no. I'm not. I just don't want to be around all of that shit, twenty four seven."

Agreeing with that, I nodded...only to shake my head and tighten my fingers around the ones that were pulling me along with him as he started leading us over towards the porch, "Uhm...Edward, maybe...y—you know, it's kind of late...can you just tak—"

"What are you so worried about?" he smirked, looking over his shoulder as he kept on walking through the perfect yard that my dirty chucks were probably destroying, "And why the hell are you hopping over shit that's not even there right now?"

Rolling my eyes at myself, I stopped him as soon as we reached the first step that would lead us up to the door that belonged to the gigantic house that I so didn't want to be inside of. "Are your uh, parents home?" I asked him, using the hand that wasn't gripping onto his own to place my hoodie over my head.

He shrugged, walking up the steps...which had me running after him because all of a fucking sudden, I felt like I couldn't just leave and that Edward Cullen was my only hope. Looking down at me when I grabbed a hold of his arm, the kid laughed something that turned into a grimace...one that was probably caused by the con-fu grip that I had on his bicep, "So, what you're not telling me is, is that they might be home?"

"Bae?"

"Hm?"

"Can you ease up for a second?"

Mumbling an apology, I let go of the dude's arm...only to grab onto his hand instead.

"If they're not home, they're not home. If they're home, they're probably sleeping..."

"Edward," I whispered, stopping him from unlocking the door, "I'm not comfortable."

"You're not comfortable?"

I shook my head, "What if they're awake?"

"Then they're awake."

"Look..."

Turning around to face me, he interlaced our fingers together. "Bella, what's wrong?"

"I just...I don't want them thinking that I'm some girl that you're fucking on the —"

The kid interrupted me by covering up my mouth with his free hand, "They won't."

I grimaced at the grin that he was wearing, mumbling underneath his palm "Sor—"

"No worries," he interrupted again, cutting off my apology, "You didn't offend me."

Brushing his hand away from my mouth, I shook my head at myself. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," he said, but as he lowered his attention down to the set of keys that he pulled out of his pocket a second ago, I couldn't help but to notice the glare that appeared over his eyes, "So what if you think that I'm some kind of a man slut..."

"Edward," I whined, tugging on the kid's hand to try to get him to look at me again, "Come on, man...I—I didn't mean it like that, I'm not — "

And, my words stopped at the visual of Edward Cullen's shoulders shaking...

Letting go of his hand, I grabbed a hold of his jaw and turned it towards me so that I could see his face. "I…you fucking sneak!" I hissed, letting go of him to smack his arm when I noticed his lips…the ones that were sucked in and therefore, holding back laughter that he was trying to hide from me, "So not cool! You had me feeling bad for you and shit!"

He grinned, pushing the door open. "Go ahead."

Stumbling inside after I practically tripped over the fucking miniature step that the prick never warned me about, I froze when I heard the giggling that was coming from somewhere within this house that, as of right now, I was unfortunately forced into. "Cullen, please tell me that you have a sister and that that's not your moth—"

"Hey, Ma!" he shouted as he joined me, "Come out here, I want you to meet someone!"

"Are you crazy?" I whispered in a frantic type of a way that he completely ignored as he kicked off his sneaks, "Calling her over here like that, you must be out of your mi—oh—oh my God, she's...your mom's going to take one look at me and think that I'm some kind of a...a...a homewrecker!"

"A homewrecker, though?"

"Shut up," I hissed and that was when I started hearing the footsteps, so I pulled the kid in front of me and kept a hold of the hand that I grabbed as I shoved my face against the back of his tee shirt, all the while ignoring the quiet snickering that vibrated my forehead, "Just...pretend that you uh, kicked me out or somethi—"

"Bambino!" was the voice that had me pressing my lips together, "I missed you!"

"I was just here last wee—oomph," he groaned as I felt the lady slam into him, which had me gripping up his side with my free hand so that I wouldn't fall back from her force, "I missed you too, Ma," he laughed after a second and as he wrapped the arm that I wasn't holding hostage around her, I closed my eyes, praying that I could just disappear...

"And who do you have back there?"

"Ma, this is..." I could practically feel him rolling his eyes at me as I stepped with him when he moved over to the right. Using the hand that I was now trying to strangle, Edward pulled me forward, nearly making me collide into the woman whose eyes smiled as soon as she saw me, "This is Bella...she's a friend of mine," he told her, "I should also let you know that she's not some kind of a...a...a homewrecker."

"Good to hear," I heard her laugh while I looked at the kid with a pair of narrowed eyes that showed him exactly how retarded I thought he was, "Well, come on, hun..."

Returning my attention back to her, I gulped when I saw her arms...the ones that she was holding out in a way that told me that she was waiting for a...hug of some sort?

"Uhm..." Looking over at Edward, I asked him in a low whisper "What's she doing?"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed me towards her, where she then pulled me in for a hug...a hug that I wasn't at all prepared for as I patted her sides in some awkward sort of a way, not used to this kind of shit. "Hi..."

Whispering my name, she leaned back after a couple of seconds and grabbed a hold of my cheeks, "Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. It fits you perfectly."

"Oh, uh, thanks," I whispered as I felt my cheeks burning, "That's...that's kind of s—"

"My name's Esme," she grumbled teasingly, letting go of my face to take a hold of my hands instead, "Boring, I know, but...what are ya gonna do, right? We're all given what we're given...to hell with the rest!"

"Listen to you," Cullen laughed at his mom as I grinned at her, "To hell with the re—"

"Oh hush," she interrupted her son with a playful glare, "And, while I'm at it, before I forget to ask you what I've been meaning to ask you for a while now...where has that nephew of mine been? I haven't seen Jasper Whitlock in over a month!"

I snorted. "As of right now, he's probably running up and down the isle of some corner store, sweating profusely while searching for maxi pads that my girls and I forced him to get me for my period...which, mind you, isn't due for another three days," I blurted out before I quickly slapped one of my hands over my mouth, cause...

Did I really just say that to his motherfucking mother?

Edward grinned, lowering his head while Esme laughed, waving one of her hands up in the air as if to dismiss my embarrassment. "No worries, dear...Jasper, though...he can be an idiot at times so don't be surprised if the boy ends up bringing you back a pack of incontinence pads for adults..."

I smiled, "Thanks for the tip."

"You're more than welcome, Bambina," she whispered, squeezing my arm, "Now, tell me," his mom continued, giving the both of us back and forth glances, "Have you two eaten anything? I know that it's a little late but if you guys are hungry, I have no problem in making up a dish real quick..."

I shook my head at the same time that Cullen shook his own, which had the woman who was standing in front of us smirking something hidden as she took a few seconds to just...look at the both of us, before she hummed, "Well then, don't let little old me get in the way of what you kids do nowadays. I'll be in the library if you need me...which, by the way, has sound proof wa—"

"Ma," Edward cut her off as I looked around, "Taking it a little too far right now..."

"Quiet, Bambino, I'm doing no such thing," she laughed, giving me a wink that I internally cringed at as she stepped up to her son, "Breakfast will be ready at ten..."

"Shi—oot," Edward groaned at the kiss that his mom quickly planted over his cheek, correcting himself when he saw the glare that her eyes shot at him. Rolling his own at her as she smacked the back of his head with a stern whisper of a 'watch your mouth,' he wiped away her affection, mumbling a "My bad."

After giving me another hug that I returned, she walked off. Looking over at Edward, I grinned when I found him looking away from me, running his fingers through his hair. Stepping up to him, I grabbed a hold of his face and gave him a big sloppy kiss that had him pushing me away from him. "Shut up. It's not my fault that she's — "

"Amazing," I finished, because Esme Cullen certainly was. Smiling at the smile that my words brought forth, I took a minute to look around as I lowered my hoodie from my head, "This house, it's really nice…"

"Yeah?" I nodded, meeting his eyes again as he walked around me, "I'd give you a tour of it but I'm...I'm kind of beat," he told me, looking over his shoulder after he reached the stairs, "Why are you just standing there?"

"Where do you expect me to stand?"

Rolling his eyes, he walked over to me again. "Come on," he whispered, holding out one of his hands, "Let's go upstairs and watch a movie or something...chill out."

"Chill out, yeah?"

"Bella."

I grinned, taking a hold of his hand. "Alright."

Stopping at the door that was at the end of the hallway, he pulled it open...only to move his hand up to my arm and stop me from stepping inside when I went to do so. "Oh," I mumbled, noticing the glare that my chucks received as the kid gave them a quick glance, "I uh...I'm sorry, man. I honestly didn't mean to just...go in there li—"

"No, it's not..." I raised an eyebrow as he nodded at my feet, "Can you take them off?"

"You want me to take my chucks off?"

"No offense," he mumbled, letting go of my arm as I kicked my shit off, "I'm just — "

"Anal about people stepping on your carpet with what they've been walking around in all day long," I finished with a shrug before I added, "No worries, I get it," which was a total lie cause I for sure didn't get it but then again, this was Edward Cullen...

"Don't leave them there either," he told me, stepping inside without another word.

I rolled my eyes at his bossy tone of voice, bending over to pick up what he wanted me to pick up. Stepping inside, I snorted cause it was then when I noticed just how fucking neat his bedroom was. "Holy shit," I thought out loud, amazed by how organized everything seemed to be, "Never have I met a dude whose room was this cle—"

"I already picked out a movie."

Looking over at where he was standing, which was by his very own entertainment system, I grinned when I caught him pressing play on the DVD player, "That's cool, I guess," I told him as he turned around, leaving his back to the previews that started, "I mean, who cares if I'm not interested in watching what you just popped in there, yeah?"

"You actually thought that we were going to watch a movie?"

I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head as he took the time to lower the volume down to five. "Why wouldn't I?" I asked him after he faced me again, "You were the one who suggested it and now you have me thinking that I made a fucking mistake, coming up here..."

"Relax," he told me, taking my chucks out of my hands, "Make yourself comfortable."

I grabbed onto his arm. "Give me back my shit."

"Bella, this isn't me trying anything."

"Then what the hell did you bring me up here for if it's not to watch a movie?"

"I just want to talk."

"Talk?"

"Yeah, Bae," he said as I let go of him, "Talk."

Fuck the chucks, I thought a thought that I grimaced at as I turned around to leave...

"Bella, it's just me."

Stopping at the door that I reached, I met his eyes by looking over my shoulder.

"I'm not trying to hound you," he continued, "Or, I don't know...make you talk about shit that you don't want to talk about. This is just me wanting to get to know you better and please...please, don't take that the wrong way because that's not how I meant it."

Turning around, I placed my arms across my chest. "No bullshit?"

"No bullshit."

"Fine."

"Fine," he repeated, climbing onto his bed.

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...

...

"Bella?"

"Hm?"

"Are you planning on standing there all night long?"

I nodded.

"Bella."

"What?" I snapped.

"Fucking come over here," he laughed, scooting back a bit to place himself against the headboard, "You have all of this space yet you're acting like I'm telling you to sit on my dick or something, come on..."

"I'd never."

"No?" he pouted.

I grinned, "No."

"Damn."

I shrugged all nonchalant, trying my damn hardest not to laugh at the heart-broken whisper that came out of his mouth as I headed over to where I was 'invited.' "So," I started, ignoring the stupid smirk that made an appearance as I took a seat on the very end of his bed...as far away from him as possible, "How do you want to do this?"

"We can do something like twenty one questions," he suggested, bending his knees a bit before resting his forearms on top of them, "Go back and forth with asking each other whatever we want to ask each other. If either one of us don't feel comfortable answering something, we can just pass it and move on."

"Alright," I nodded, crossing my legs together after facing him, "Sounds good."

"You want me to start?"

"Sure."

Reaching over to his left, he kept his eyes on me as he grabbed the pack of cigarettes that was laying on top of the bedside table. "Tell me something real," he whispered, pulling one out of its place, "Something that a lot of people don't know about you."

"Hmm...something that a lot of people don't know about me..." Looking away from the kid when he lit up his Marlboro, I had to think for a minute, "I'm uh...I'm kind of terrified of pools, I guess. Okay, not 'kind of,' I'm fucking over the top terrified of pools."

"In what sense?"

"Well, uhm...let's just say, if I were to ever see a pool, I'd be cool with it, it wouldn't bother me. To be near one, it'd most likely just, I don't know, freak me out a little bit but, to actually go into one, and feel the water around me? No," I shook my head, "I'd probably have a fucking heart attack."

"Is this something that you've always been afraid of?"

Bringing my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs. "Not always."

"So, what happened?" he asked after I left it at that...

"It's my turn."

Taking another deep drag of his cigarette, he smirked at the way that I dodged his question, reaching over once again to grab a hold of the ashtray, "Alright," he gave in, placing what he got on top of his lap after he lowered his legs back down to the bed, "Go ahead."

"What do you do?"

Lowering his gaze, he shrugged, taking his good ol' time to put out the cancer stick that didn't even reach the filter yet, "I'm planning on going to medical school in the fall."

"What about now, though?" I asked, "I mean, you work, right?"

"I work for my Pop whenever he needs me," he said, returning the ashtray back to its spot as his eyes continued to avoid my own...which had me thinking that this was something that he wasn't comfortable talking about.

"Doing what?"

Looking over at me now, he shook his head. "I'm going to pass on this one."

"On a question that's as simple as what you do for a livi—"

"What's your biggest fear?" the kid asked me, quickly moving the fuck on.

"I uh...thought that I already told yo—"

"No, not as in an actual phobia, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about, what are you most scared of having happening, future wise? Whether it's...I don't know, maybe being stuck at home, never getting out of a dead end jo—"

"Becoming like my mother," I answered automatically, and without a second thought about it...only to groan a groan that my chest never released when I realized what the fuck I just said. Looking away from the kid's stare...the one that I couldn't read, I shook my head, "You probably think that I'm a bitch for feeling that way, but —"

"Don't do that," he interrupted, and at hearing the anger that his voice didn't bother hiding, my eyes...they snapped over to his form to see him pushing himself away from the headboard that's been supporting his back ever since we started this whole thing. Letting my arms fall from my legs when he reached me, I placed them across my chest instead and as I went to look away from whatever he planned on saying, he took a hold of my jaw, "I'm not here to fucking judge you, Bae. Everyone has their own demons...hell, my fucking life's full of them. Don't be ashamed to feel what you feel. If your mom's someone who you don't want to be like then your mom's someone who you don't want to be like. It's that simple."

Giving him a small smile, I nodded. "Okay."

"Good," he whispered, sitting back on his knees, "It's your turn."

Wanting to steer away from all of this heavy, I asked him "What's your number?"

"My number?"

"Yeah, you know, your 'number,' as in...how many bitches have you fucked?"

"Damn, Bae," he laughed, "Don't hold back."

"I never do."

"I'm kind of hungry," he all of a sudden declared as he went to climb out of bed...

Grabbing onto his wrist, I used it to pull myself up to my knees before I yanked him back over to the spot that he left. Placing my arms across my chest when his ass hit the bed, I grinned as he lowered his head with a groan, "It's that bad, though?" I asked…raising an eyebrow at the words that I didn't catch afterwards, what with the kid mumbling them underneath his breath, "What was that?"

"Pass."

"Come on now, how's that fair?" I laughed, giving him a shove that had him lifting his head up to meet my eyes, "You got me over here looking like some kind of an idiot, answering all of your questions just to pass on mine. The shit that I'm asking you isn't even all that crazy, man...I mean, honestly, what's so hard about telling me what your number is?"

"I don't know it."

My head cocked to the side a bit, at that. "You don't know it?"

"That's what I said, didn't I?" he didn't ask but stated, and with fucking attitude...

Attitude that I returned back at him. "How can you not know your number, dude?"

The beginning of a glare, that's what I got. "Look, I just...I never kept track of it, al—"

"Wow."

"What?"

"You are a man slut."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not a fucking man slut, Bae."

"Says the man who's a slut."

Falling back, he exhaled something that was filled with aggravation as his body hit the mattress. Looking down at me when I smacked his foot with a grin, he placed his arm across his forehead and smiled a smile that told me that he knew that I was just fucking around with him, "Whatever, what's your number?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Tell me," he said, kicking my knee.

"I'll pass."

"Bitch."

"Says the kid who doesn't know how many he fucked..."

"Alright," he laughed, sitting up, "Enough about that, whose turn is it?"

As the night continued, we ended up talking about a whole bunch of shit. I went a little crazy, telling him about Em but he got it, understood just how important the kid was and still is to me, even if we weren't on speaking terms right now. Following that, Edward heard about how Rose and I met and about the friendship that J and I were basically forced into...the one that the both of us hated at the beginning only to love it at the end, when it developed into something amazing. Renee, she wasn't brought up after that second question and my Pop, he was but I quickly passed on that topic as soon as he mentioned it. I just didn't want to go there...at least not yet, and especially not now, when I was in such a good mood, hanging out with a dude who could actually hold a conversation with a chick without wanting something more in return.

I didn't really get too much out of Edward, though...he seemed like he was just real private, kept to himself, which is something that I can respect. Anything else about his Pop, he avoided. Jasper, I found out, moved in with the Cullens when he was seventeen...right after his mom, Esme's sister, died in a car accident that was caused by the other driver, who was at the time intoxicated and is now serving time behind bars for manslaughter. Where I went crazy talking about Emmett, he went crazy talking about Esme. I could tell, just by listening to his voice, that she meant the world to him. Hearing this kid go on and on about how she was the only woman who he honest to God appreciated, it wasn't hard to see just how much he adored her and you know what? For him to just...let go, and show me how passionate he can be about someone that he loved so much, it was...nice. Genuinely nice, and it felt so good...

But by four thirty, I was yawning. "Hey," I whispered when I saw him rubbing his eyes, "Do you think that you can maybe take me home? As much as I'm enjoying this experience," I grinned, "I'm fucking exhausted."

"Take you home?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, confused by his incredulousness.

"Cause I'm wondering why the hell you would think that I'd be cool with taking you home after what I fucking saw tonight, that's why," he said, shaking his head at me as he climbed out of bed.

"Well...how do you expect me to get home, Edward?"

"Fuck getting you home, Bae, you're staying over," he told me, walking over to the entertainment system that we haven't been paying any attention to, "And don't start," he quickly added a second before I went to start, "Talking about I'm not staying over. It's just one night, Bella. Arguing about it isn't going to get us anywhere so let's just skip that part by not making a big deal out of something that's honestly not a big fucking deal."

Which was fine, but... "What about your parents, though?"

"What about them?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as he turned off the TV.

"Won't they freak out when they find me sleeping on their couch in the morning?"

"And why would they find you sleeping on their couch in the morning?"

"Well...what else would I be sleeping on?"

Giving the bed that I was still sitting on a nod, he shrugged. "Right there."

"What about you?"

Heading over to the bathroom, he said "Don't worry about me, I'll take the couch."

And right before he disappeared from my sight, Edward Cullen pulled his shirt off.

Getting a glance of his bare back, yeah, I'm not going to lie...I might've drooled some.

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...

...

Yep, I confirmed after running the back of my hand across my bottom lip, I definitely drooled some. Shaking my head, I climbed out of bed. "I'm not kicking you out of your own room, Edward," I told him as I headed over towards the bathroom that his sexy ass disappeared into. Walking inside, I grabbed a hold of the toothbrush that he just finished using before I nudged him away from the sink with my hip, "I'll take the couch."

"Bella..."

Looking over at the kid, I raised a brow at the evident disgust that his eyes held as they stayed on the toothbrush that I was holding underneath the running water that he didn't get a chance to shut off, "Yes?"

"That's uh..." he reached out to steal the object that I was borrowing when I went to cover it with paste but I slapped his hand away with a whisper of what the hell are you doing that turned into a laugh as he groaned my name, "Come on..."

"What's your dilemma, Cullen?" I asked him, re-wetting the brush again.

"Don't—hey!" the germaphobe growled when I shoved what he was glaring at into my mouth, "That's—that's my motherfucking toothbrush, Bella!

"Ye, well...I nee to broosh my teef," I mumbled around his motherfucking toothbrush.

"Gross!"

"Yow're such a possy, duuue," I laughed before I leaned forward to get closer to the mirror that I didn't normally need to get closer to whenever I did what I was about to do...sticking out my tongue, I made a big show out of brushing it, "Ahhhhhhhh..."

"That's..." Edward gagged something that I caught from the corner of my eye before I saw his reflection storming out of the bathroom, "That's fucking repulsive, I can't..."

Rinsing the brush off, I grinned at the mumbles and grumbles that I could hear, "Get over it, you big baby," I called out, leaning over the sink afterwards to get rid of the minty foam that my mouth was filled with, "Acting like we never shared germs..."

"It's not the same!"

After rolling my eyes at the response that I got, I closed them to wash away the day's activities. Grabbing onto the towel that was placed on top of the counter, I used it to dry off my face as I walked out of the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I asked when I saw him pulling a pillow out of the closet.

"Getting shit that I'll need for bed," he told me, yanking on the top sheet that was sitting on top of the other ones that were folded, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Pursing my lips together at the kid's attitude, I threw the towel that I was done with at the back of his head and snorted a snort that I didn't even try to keep to myself when he growled, "Like I said before," I started again, sitting down on the same spot that my ass was resting on before, "I'm not kicking you out of your own room. This bed, it's big enough for two, so..."

"You sure?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

I shrugged, "As long as you promise not to grope me…"

Keeping his back to me, he returned his attention back to the sheet that he started folding with a scoff of "Please, Bae. I'm the one who should be worried about getting groped, not you. After all, it wasn't me who was drooling at the sight of you without a shirt on..."

My jaw dropped. "I was not!"

"Was to," he replied, turning around to lean against the closet door that he closed.

"No..."

"Yes."

"Fuck," I mumbled, admitting defeat as I let my back hit the mattress with a groan.

"So, I guessed right, yeah?"

Quickly pulling myself up to a sitting position again, I narrowed my eyes at him...

"Damn," he smirked, looking all proud of himself and whatnot, "I had you drooling?"

Rolling my eyes, I crawled over to the top of the bed, ignoring the kid as he pushed himself away from the closet door with a laugh as I started pulling down on the covers, "Which side is yours?"

"Right."

Moving over to the right side as soon as he started heading over towards it, I laid down with a hum. "I can see why," I whispered in complete satisfaction when he reached me, grinning at the glare that my comfortable form received after I pulled the blanket over myself, "So cozy."

"So cozy," he mocked my sigh like the 'mature' twenty four year old that he was, enclosing the room in darkness by turning off the light that was coming from the lamp that he normally slept next to, "Have you always been this irritating?"

Dismissing that, I closed my eyes with a yawn. "Goodnight, Edward."

"Hey, Bae?"

My eyes snapped open as soon as I felt his breath hit my face. "Hm?"

"I won't be able to sleep if I keep my jeans on," his too close to my own mouth told mine in a deliberate sexy-as-all-hell whisper that didn't need to be a whisper because why the hell was he whispering, can someone let me the fuck know?

"Okay..."

"You wouldn't be offended if I took them off, would you?"

I gulped.

"I mean, it's not like I wouldn't keep my boxers on..." he added.

"Ye—I mean, no, of course...not. Do what you uh, gotta do, I...I won't be offended..."

"Good," his lips told my own by brushing up against them...only to quickly move away from their slightly spread apart beings a second later as he straightened himself up, "Thanks, Bella."

"No worries..."

And as soon as I heard him lowering his zipper, zip by motherfucking zip...I closed my eyes to pray, 'Dear, Lord...please keep me in check, because the temptation to molest this kid like no fucking other, it's getting a little bit too, oh I don't know...overwhelming.'

"Don't mind me, I gotta..."

"Jesus Christ," I groaned at the weight of his body when it got on top of mine to climb over to the other side of the bed, "Edward, what the hell are you doing, man?"

Landing on the spot that he could've reached some other way, he laughed. "My bad."

"Prick."

"Bitch."

Sitting up after spending the last half hour tossing and turning, I growled, cursing the goddamn clothes that were choking the shit out of my body and in return, preventing it from relaxing so that I could get some fucking sleep already.

"Bella?"

Looking over at Edward, I grimaced. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you u—"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just..." Looking away from the kid as he sat up, I shook my head, "I can't fucking sleep, and it's starting to drive me crazy..."

"Do you want me to go?" he asked, "I mean...if that's what's making you — "

"No, it's not," I said, "I'm just...I'm not used to sleeping with so many clothes on."

"Then take some of them off."

Looking over at the tired smirk that he managed to wear, I rolled my eyes. "Sh—"

"I'm fucking joking, Bella."

"Yeah, well...your 'jokes' are retarded," I let him know, laying back down again.

"Bae, if you want to get comfortable," I heard him say, "Then get comfortable."

Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes at his back. "You better not look."

"Am I looking?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Yes."

To make sure that I could see it in the darkness that surrounded us, he dramatically rolled his eyes at me before he faced the other side again. Turning onto my back after he promised me that he wouldn't look, I reached under the blanket to lower the zipper and pop the button off of the tight jeans that weren't meant to be slept in. Pushing them down my hips, I wiggled out of them at the same time that I rubbed my feet against the mattress to kick my socks off. "Thank God!" I groaned, tossing the hoodie that I pulled off away from me before laying back down…sighing at the feeling of being left in a pair of boy-shorts, a bra, and a light tee, "Now that's, what the fuck I'm talking about..."

"You good?"

Looking over at him, I smiled in answer, stretching my legs out, "I'm more than g—"

He hissed, moving his warm foot away from the cold one that accidentally touched it, "Your feet, they're...why didn't you...let me get you a pair of my soc—"

"They're always like that," I yawned, shaking my head at his offer…turning my back on him as I rolled onto my side, I started running the bottom of my feet against the tops of his, "Just relax," I laughed at the way that he tensed up, "They'll be warm in no ti—"

Feeling his arm over my waist, I opened my eyes...only to open them up wider when I was pulled back into what felt like his chest...his very hard…hard, chest. "That's uh, cool I guess?"

"Relax," he whispered, unintentionally letting his breath hit the back of my ear as his legs and feet tangled with my own, "I'm only trying to warm you up quicker."

Well, when you put it that way, I thought...before I grimaced. "Edward..."

"You see my hands, right?" he asked, waving the one that was hanging off of my hip before tapping the top of my head with the other one that was above it, resting on top of my pillow, "Unless you push them away, Bae..." he whispered after I nodded, "That's where they're staying for the rest of the night."

"Alright."

Brushing my hair off of my shoulder with his nose, the kid smirked against the skin there, "Just, you know, don't be surprised if you feel something poking your ass..."

I nudged his mouth off of where it was before I turned my head to glare at him. "I better not feel anything poking my ass, Edward."

"Don't look at me like that," he laughed, "It has a mind of its own, I can't help it."

Letting my cheek meet the pillow again, I grinned. "Goodnight, horn-ball."

"Night, cock-tease."

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