Hey, kiddies! So I know everyone was hoping I'd update yesterday but I got a little distracted by Tina Fey's epic Sarah Palin and Michael Phelps, lol. I'm surprised I even got this chapter out...I went to the beach today and everyone knows how tiring that can be ;)

Overall reaction to last chapter was positive, although I didn't get as many reviews as my new record or as many as I was expecting. This chapter is smutty again because well Edward deserves some payback. I'm in the process of getting the links together for the pictures of exactly what Jasper's cars look like from last chapter. One or two people mentioned my mechanic knowledge and I must say, I researched a lot but basically everything about the McLaren I knew. I think that car is amazing...I would lick it lol

I literally was laughing to myself all throughout my god-awful algebra class yesterday about all the things from last chapter, including the first line of this chapter (Twister bed sheets). I don't own them but I knew this kid who did. He was a tool but his bed sheets were pretty badass I'm not gonna lie. Anyway, next chapter is fun and games again.

Note: Kim Cattrall and Kristin Davis (Samantha and Charlotte) are characters on Sex and the City. They're mentioned this chapter.

I don't own Twilight, but if I did Seth would get his own book in the series because I love him ;)

"Emmett Masen, are you kidding me? Your bed sheets have the fucking Twister polka dots on them!"

"Aw, c'mon. What about right hand green? It keeps the bedroom more interesting," he laughed.

I leaned up from where my cheek was pressed against Edward's bare chest and looked around the bedroom. It was still dark. I glanced at his clock and saw that it was nearly 3:30 in the morning.

Edward was still sound asleep. I smiled at his serene figure. I could see the strong outline of his pronounced jaw from the streetlights. His lovely canvas of muscle was rising and dropping steadily while he slept.

I shifted slightly and my eyes bugged out of my head when I realized I was still without underwear. I silently groaned and slid out of Edward's embrace. He stirred slightly and lay on his side.

I bent down and searched for where Edward had discarded my thong. I was groping the floor when I heard Emmett boom with laughter. I freaked out and began scrambling to find my underwear. I snatched the tiny fabric from the floor and hopped into it.

My shorts were still missing so I took a pair of boxers from Edward's dresser. I slipped them on and grabbed his t-shirt from earlier.

When I stepped outside of his room quietly I noticed Emmett's bedroom door was open and the light was on. I walked over and found Rosalie on her cell phone and Emmett sprawled across his bed. His arm was behind his head. He was the picture of ease.

I knocked on the door and Rosalie turned around. She smiled at me and Emmett glanced up. He rolled his eyes at me. I guessed he was still mad about announcing Rosalie as the winner.

Rosalie said goodbye to whoever she was speaking to and snapped her phone shut. She pursed her lips to the side and smirked at me. I glanced down at my clothes and realized what I must look like.

I blushed terribly and shifted my weight. Although, I blushed more at the thought of what Edward had done to me earlier rather than my appearance. The man had the most amazing fingers. They were a gift from God. I was already settling the logistics of how I would return the favor.

"Have fun tonight, Bella?" Rosalie said with a knowing smile.

Emmett sat up and looked at my clothes. He grinned and nodded his head in appreciation.

"Look's like Eddie got some play tonight," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes and started to retreat from the bedroom.

"Bella, wait!" Rosalie called after me.

I turned around and looked at her expectantly. If I was going to get teased I could have just stayed in Edward's arms, watching him sleep. She bowed her head apologetically and I sighed. Rosalie made me a pushover and I'd only known her for about three days.

Emmett patted his bed sheets and I giggled.

"So, you saw the bed sheets, huh?" I asked Rosalie while hopping onto Emmett's bed with a bounce.

I lay my head next to Emmett's and stared at the ceiling. There was a poster of Jessica Alba on his ceiling. He could be so typical. I patted the spot next to me and Rose lie to my left. I was in an Emmett and Rosalie sandwich.

"Yes, I saw those ridiculous sheets. Honestly, I don't know how you and Alice could be friends with him all these months. You didn't even have Edward around to give some semblance of maturity," she griped.

"Oh, c'mon Rosie. You like them and you know it. I bet you're eating yourself alive for making that bet. You know want a shot at playing Twister on my bed. I have the spin board and everything," Emmett boasted.

I laughed loudly and clamped a hand over my mouth when I realized Edward was still sleeping. Emmett looked at me curiously.

"Edward's still sleeping," I whispered.

"Oh, screw Edward. Who goes to sleep at 3:30 on a Saturday night anyway?" Emmett replied.

"Em, he works hellish hours at the hospital all week. You could try and be a little quieter. Besides technically it's Sunday," I corrected.

"Know-it-all," Emmett muttered.

Rosalie and I giggled and I turned on my side to ignore Emmett and talk to Rosalie. I was curious about all that went down after Edward and I left.

"So, Rose what happened after I left?"

She smirked and glanced at Emmett. His fists were balled together and his eyes were snapped shut. I knew it was hard for him to lay right next to us while we had this conversation but I couldn't resist the chance to ruffle his feathers.

He'd given me crap about Edward all week. I wanted to return the favor. I loved that he and Rosalie were starting a relationship. It made us all on an even board.

"Well, Alice, Whitlock, me, and Em had a race together. I won, of course, Emmett came in second, Alice took third and then Whitlock came in last," she laughed.

"Jasper lost?"

"Oh, yeah! Just because he has fast cars doesn't mean he's a fast driver by any means. He's so cautious while driving. I swear he was like a regular Driving Miss Daisy on the track!"

I smothered my laugh with one of Emmett's pillows and shook with laughter.

I could see Jasper right now. His blonde hair blowing from the wind of the track and a smile plastered on his face, while his competitors blew past him and cursed loudly. I finally controlled my laughter and looked back at Rosalie. She was laughing quietly.

"So, what else happened?"

"We spent a good 20 minutes coming up with theories as to why you and Edward were so eager to leave," she grinned at me.

The heat crawled across my face again and I sighed. My face always gave me away.

"I knew it! You and Edward were screwing weren't you?" she yelled in a whisper.

"I'm still in the room you know," Emmett interjected.

I peeked over my shoulder and he was staring intently at Jessica Alba, trying to rid himself of the visuals I'm sure Rosalie provided him with. I snickered and faced Rosalie again. She was waiting expectantly.

I grabbed her hand and yanked her off of Emmett's bed. I trudged her into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. She sat on the edge of the tub with raised eyebrows. Boy, she was eager to hear about what happened.

"Stop looking at me like that. I know you think I'm about to tell you Edward and I had sex but we didn't."

"So, then what the hell happened? You're dressed in head to toe from the House of Edward Masen," she retorted.

I chewed on my bottom lip, debating whether or not I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell someone but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate. She was Edward's coworker not just my new friend. Granted I knew I could trust her but I wasn't sure if Edward would appreciate me telling her let alone anyone.

I decided that Rosalie was trustworthy and she wouldn't mention anything so why not give into my desires to tell the whole world about how good Edward's fingers really were. I just didn't know how to start.

"Um, he…well…" I fumbled with my words.

"Just spit it out, Bella."

"Edward finger…you know," I trailed off hoping she would understand.

"He finger-fucked you?" she asked in disbelief.

"Roseeee," I chided.

"Holy shit, I never knew he had it in him," Rosalie was slightly awed.

"Yeah, well neither did I and I swear I didn't know he was going to do it. When he pulled my shorts off I honestly believed we'd have sex right then. I didn't leave the track with any expectations," I defended myself.

"Oh my God…we have to call Alice!" she pulled out her cell phone.

I jumped off the toilet seat and tackled Rosalie to the tiled floor. She looked at me incredulously.

"What the hell's the matter with you, Bella? Why can't I call Alice?"

"Because I don't want her to know!"

"Why not?"

"She'll never shut up about it! And every time Edward's around she'll make jokes or slick remarks that will always have to do with fingers. I don't want Edward to find out I told anyone."

"Bella, you realize you just said slick, right?"

I sighed heavily and Rosalie laughed loudly. Of course, she would find the sexual part in any response. I would bet money God created Rosalie just for Emmett.

Seeing them argue and curse at each other earlier was like watching a raunchy tennis match. The four of us just looked back and forth between them while they degraded one another and used words that made me uncomfortable.

I wouldn't even tell Rosalie in exact details what Edward had done to me. It was incredible how they just threw around the f-word and other expletives in regular conversation. I got off of Rosalie and she smoothed her top.

"Fine, we won't call Alice," she relented.

I smiled brightly.

"Right now," she added.

My smile faltered and her smile widened.

"So, what else happened with Edward? He fingered you and that's it? Did you orgasm?"

"Rosalie Hale!"

"Bella you're 24-years-old grow a pair and talk about Edward's finger-fucking skills. If you can do it you can talk about it."

I glared at her and she smiled triumphantly. She did have a point to an extent. I should be more mature about talking about sex but for some reason it felt so crude. I imagined Rosalie and I were like Charlotte and Samantha right now. Rosalie was the Kim Cattrall to my Kristin Davis.

"I guess you have a point."

"Of course I do."

I looked over at her and she had her chest puffed out proudly and her chin up.

"Well, if you want to know…yes I had an orgasm," I responded in a quiet voice.

"Impressive…go on," she prompted.

"He has really great fingers."

"I would think so, Bella. You said you orgasmed. I mean he does play the piano too."

A vision of Edward and I on his piano assaulted my thought processes. I zoned out for a long minute picturing how hot the experience would be before Rosalie snapped her acrylic nailed fingers in my face. I shook my head and looked at her timidly.

"Are you two almost done in there? I had a lot of beer and I have to take a piss," Emmett banged on the door.

I ran over to the door and threw it open, between his loud mouth and knocking he'd wake Edward up. I didn't want Edward to wake up and not find me in his bed. I didn't want him to think it had anything to do with what happened before we went to sleep.

I brushed past him and Rosalie followed me out. She had taken off her heels from earlier so she wasn't towering over me as much.

"Are you staying over?" I asked while standing outside Edward's door.

"I haven't decided. I don't really feel like driving all the way back into the city but I don't know if I can sleep in a bed with Twister bed sheets. At my age that's just embarrassing," she scratched her scalp.

I chuckled at her and she cracked a smile.

"Well, I'll be in Edward's room if you decide to stay. If I wake up early enough I'll make breakfast so you should think about it. We'll call Alice in a couple of hours. Speaking of which, who were you on the phone with?" I wondered.

"Alice."

"Why?"

"She wanted to know if Emmett and I knew what you and Edward had done and if you went back to the apartment. She's staying at Whitlock's place," she explained.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm going to see what I can do about Emmett's frat-boy bed sheets. I'll see you tomorrow," she walked toward Emmett's room.

"Night, Rose."

She waved over her shoulder and disappeared down the hall.

I opened Edward's door slowly and quietly. Luckily for me their apartment didn't have squeaky doors like mine did. I closed it quietly behind me and looked at Edward. He was still passed out on his side.

I smiled at his sleeping form and tip-toed over to the bed. I lifted the sheet and slid in next him. I snuggled back into his side and his arm seemed to subconsciously wrap its way around my waist. I closed my eyes and found sleep quickly. It was peaceful in Edward's arms.

I woke up the following morning and the sun was shining brightly. I was slightly disoriented considering I had spent the night in Edward's room and not mine but once I realized where I was I hardly cared.

I looked at Edward and his green eyes were still hidden behind his pale eyelids. His perfectly messy hair was sticking up in different directions and face seemed to have a calm expression.

All the traces of worry and tiredness I usually saw on his gorgeous face were gone. Edward was perfectly at ease while he slept. I liked seeing him this way. His job was so stressful and demanding. I liked seeing him without a care.

I tentatively brought a finger to his cheek. He was still sleeping on his side so I could only touch one side of his face. I placed my fingertip on his delicate skin and traced from his hairline to his jaw.

Edward's skin was soft. Even the area around his jaw was softer than I expected. There was no sign of stubble or roughness from shaving. I glanced down at his chest, which I could see well now that it was light, and realized it was completely hairless.

Edward seemed to be incapable of growing hair on his body. Even the hair on his arms was practically non-existent. I stifled a laugh and smiled at my boyfriend. He was like a pre-pubescent teenager. At least that's what was running through my mind until I looked at his chest again.

His chest was very manly and mature. It was the sort of thing that made your voice get deeper just by the sight of it.

His pecs looked like they were carved by God himself. Every outline of his eight-pack was defined. The contours of his chest looked like a map of muscle. I glanced at his arms and his biceps were round and firm. I brushed my fingertips against them and it felt like a boulder was in his arm or like his skin was as hard as granite.

The room started to become a little stuffier and I started to perspire a bit. Edward was making me hot and he was sleeping! I continued ogling at his arms and could see the tendons in his forearm straining with muscle.

I gulped and glanced back at Edward's face. His lips were parted by the tiniest centimeter and he was breathing evenly, completely unaware of the fact I was eye-fucking him. Yup, I was turned on enough to think the f-word.

I decided I wanted to payback Edward right then. I slid out from under his arm and crawled over to the edge of the bed. I straddled him carefully and leaned down my head. My hair brushed across his chest and he shivered a little. I smiled at the reaction and brought my lips to his pecs.

I pressed my lips against the taut skin and glanced up at Edward. He was still asleep. I continued kissing his upper chest and started to move closer to his nipple. I sucked skin and it hardened beneath my touch.

I heard his breath hitch and I peeked up from under my eyelashes. Edward was staring at me with wide eyes. I smirked at him and didn't bother saying good morning. I moved my lips to his other nipple and sucked on the skin. He groaned and I smiled triumphantly. So far, so good.

I continued pressing warm kisses down his chest. I ran my nails down his arms with the lightest of touches. His arms were firmly held to his side. Edward was trying to maintain a certain level of self-control.

Once I got dangerously close to waistband of his jeans I brought my lips back to the top of his chest and peeked at him. He looked at me incredulously. He had no idea what I was about to do next. I licked the entire line of definition down his chest. I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I was going to stop at the waistband of his jeans but I wanted to be more daring.

I continued licking past his button and zipper and looked the warm fabric of his denim. His cock jerked. If he wasn't restrained, I imagined he might poke my eye out. I grinned and made my way back to his lips. My lips crashed onto his and he dug his hands into my hair.

Our heads were moving feverishly as we battled for dominance with our tongues. His hands moved from my hair and slid down my back.

Edward stopped at the hem and lifted my top up. I pulled back and threw my arms up. He pulled the offensive fabric off and forced his mouth on mine once again. His skilled fingertips ran up and down my bare back as he traced the line of my spine and swept past my bra. His hands went back down to my bra and he unhooked the restraint.

His hands that were previously on my back came to my breasts. The bra was hanging down by my wrists and lay on his chest. Edward twisted my nipples and I moaned into his mouth.

His placed both hands on both my breasts and massaged them. My eyes rolled back a little and I began to unconsciously grind onto his rock hard member. Edward's hips bucked into mine once and I pulled back from his kiss and threw my head back.

His hands were still working a fury on my breasts and my hips were still moving back and forth against his groin. I brought my hands to Edward's waistband when I recalled what exactly my intent was in the first place.

I undid the button and pulled down the zipper quickly. I grabbed his boxers and jeans in the same movement. He lifted his hips and I sat up so I could tear away the fabric. Unable to wait any longer once his erection stood proud I let the material wait at his knees.

I looked at Edward and he was looking at me. I smiled reassuringly and cupped his hardness in my hand. He grabbed at the bed sheets and gasped. Edward was huge.

I brought my mouth down to the head and gave a swift lick. Edward whimpered and his knuckles turned white. I grinned and finally took him in my mouth.

I sucked up and down slowly for a long while until Edward couldn't resist anymore. He balled his hands into my hair and guided me at the pace he wanted. I bobbed while Edward whispered unintelligibly.

He was so big and thick I couldn't fit his entire length on my mouth. I used one hand to rub up and down what I couldn't reach and the other fondled his balls. Once I placed my hands on his balls he cried out a little. I moved feverishly, trying to coax the same reaction of him that he did me.

"Sh-shit, Bella," he whispered.

I knew he was trying to warn me but I could tell he would come soon. I went faster and could feel the pulsing take off. He shouted out an 'ah' and spilled his hot cum in my mouth. I swallowed greedily and continued to lick anyway any traces of his orgasm.

His hands went limp as he tried to even out his breathing. I leaned forward to press my lips to his. He kissed me back and placed a hand on my hip. I pulled back and sat to his side. I didn't want to get him excited again.

"Morning," I smiled at me.

"No, good morning is in order," he corrected.

"More like restitution. You didn't get any last night," I added.

I giggled lightly and he shifted so he could kiss my forehead. I pulled the bed sheet over my chest and stared at him. He was so beautiful.

"So, do you have anything to say for yourself Ms. Swan?" he said with a smile.

"I could say the same for you Mr. Masen."

Edward smiled his half-smile and my mouth picked up into a smile on its own accord. He leaned forward and kissed me chastely.

He sat up and pulled his boxers up. He threw his jeans off the side of his bed and lay on his side once again while facing me. His hand came to my exposed arm and he ran his fingertips with a feather-light touch along the skin. It should have tickled me but instead the feeling was soothing and loving.

I stared at him in awe while he kept eye contact with me. We just lay there and looked at each for nearly an hour.

I looked at Edward's clock and it was just after ten. I climbed out of bed using my arm as a cover for my exposed chest and found my bra. I hooked it on quickly and grabbed Edward's t-shirt again.

He watched while I scrambled around his room looking for my purse. I needed to find my cell phone and see if Alice had called. I figured I would make breakfast and we would all eat together. I sighed in annoyance when my search efforts ended up being a failure.

My purse wasn't in his room. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. With Edward's kissing yesterday I could hardly remember where I'd put the stupid thing. I glanced at Edward and he was sitting back against the headboard, smiling widely. I narrowed my eyes in his direction.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing's funny. I just happen to like seeing you in my clothes," he replied casually.

I looked down and yet again I was in Edward's t-shirt and boxers. I stuck my tongue out at him in a very mature response and walked out his bedroom. I could hear him chuckling. I brushed my teeth with the extra toothbrush I kept at Emmett's.

Once I was finished I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to give me some insight into how well-stocked Edward's apartment was. Apparently, he was better and making sure there was edible food in the house because I found eggs, butter, and milk.

I found pancake mix in the pantry and smiled. Before Edward had moved, Alice and I were lucky if Emmett had orange juice. I grabbed all the ingredients for the pancakes and begin mixing the batter.

I was going to need a lot of pancakes if I was going to feed six people. One of whom was Emmett. I was stirring the batter when I felt two hands snake around my waist.

I smiled. I knew exactly who was behind me.

His hands went under my t-shirt and rubbed across my stomach while his lips attached themselves to my neck. He kissed from the curve between my shoulder and neck to the crook. His lips dragged teasingly on the skin and I shivered.

All the while, his hands were still rubbing my waist and stomach. I closed my eyes and titled my head to rest it on his chest. His lips kissed beneath the hollow of my ear and he brought his lips to my lobe. He sucked the skin and I let out a shaky breath.

My hands finally went limp and the stirrer clinked against the bowl. The sound shook Edward out of his reverie because he pulled back. I turned around and stared at him. I wanted him to keep going.

"Alice and Jasper are on their way. Alice has called both your cell phone and Rosalie's but neither of you answered so Jazz called me. They'll be in here in ten minutes and if you and I continue that they'll walk in on a repeat performance of last night."

I grinned at the insinuation and he smiled at me.

"One-track mind, Ms. Swan?"

I pushed his chest and he laughed at me. He leaned against the counter and watched me while I worked. I would glance at him every once in a while and he would smile, making me smile in response.

I was through with three batches of pancakes when the doorbell rang. Edward pushed off the counter went to the door. I looked at him over my shoulder and grinned when I looked at his muscular back. It looked just as good as it felt.

I heard a series of voices so I figured Alice and Jasper were here. I wiped my hands on a dishtowel and walked over to the front room. Jasper was in a pair of cargo shorts and t-shirt. Alice was in a new outfit as well.

I looked at her and she ran over to me.

"Morning, Bells! How did you sleep?"

"Fine," I walked back into the kitchen with Alice behind me.

She paused for a minute and looked at me conspiratorially.

"So, what happened last night?" she asked with a wide smile.

"Nothing of consequence," I replied flippantly.

"Bella you're so full of crap! You have a mile-wide smile that's giving you away like free donuts at 2:30 in the morning!"

"Nice analogy, Alice."

"Oh, don't start with the sarcasm. You always try and hide behind that when you don't want me to know the truth."

She glanced back at the opening to the kitchen and leaned in.

"Did you and Edward sleep together last night?" she asked in a quieter voice.

"Yes, but not the way you think we did."

"So, then what happened? I've never seen someone as clumsy as you run so fast in my life and Edward should have thrown you over his shoulder he was so ready to leave."

"Look, I'm not telling what happened last night. It's between Edward and me."

"Bella, it's got to be pretty interesting. You would have told me by now."

"Alice, please not now. He's in the next room. I don't feel comfortable talking about what happened with him no more than 10 feet away."

"Fine, but you will tell me. If not, I'll use Rosalie to help convince me. Speaking of which, where is she?" Alice craned her neck to see if she was around.

"I think she and Emmett are still sleeping. Was her car outside?"

"Yeah."

"Then she's still here."

"What does that mean? She was planning on not staying?" Alice's eyebrows furrowed together.

"She saw Emmett's bed sheets," I clarified.

"Ohhhh! She thought they were totally juvenile, right?"

"Yup," I popped the 'p.'

Alice giggled and I finished off the last batch. I had found my stash of chocolate chips in the back of the fridge so by the end of my cooking I had around 25 chocolate chip pancakes.

We had three guys around so I knew if there were any extra they'd finish them gladly. That is unless Emmett beat them to it.

I set the table and smiled when I realized Emmett had six place settings. It was almost like it was meant to be that we were all friends.

I walked into the living room and Edward was still sitting in his boxers with Jasper on the armchair, Emmett's armchair, actually. I walked over to Edward and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"You do realize Jasper is sitting in Emmett's chair, don't you?"

I pulled back and Edward laughed. He looked over at Jasper and Jasper looked at him quizzically. Alice came into the living room and her mouth dropped open. She noticed where Jasper was sitting too.

"Jazz! Are you crazy? That's Emmett's armchair!" she yelled in a whisper.

Jasper's eyes went wide and he hopped out of the chair. He moved so fast, he almost tripped over himself. Edward laughed heartily and I smacked his shoulder. He should know better.

Emmett wouldn't even let Alice and I sit in his chair. He would burst the vein in his forehead if he knew Jasper was sitting in it. Edward probably had not mentioned anything to Jasper in the first place.

We walked over to the dining room and I decided to wake up Emmett and Rosalie. I walked over to the room and knocked lightly. I knew they had a bet going on but that didn't mean a thing if your hormones wanted to do their bidding. I poked my head in and laughed out loud at the sight.

Rosalie was sleeping on Emmett's bed on a generic pair of sheets I recognized as a set Edward kept in the hall closet. I looked down and Emmett was curled up with his Twister sheets on the floor.

Rosalie stirred and opened her eyes. She caught sight of me and finally realized where she was. I walked in and felt a presence behind me. Alice was following me in. Emmett finally awoke due to the noise and glared at me and Alice. I blew him a kiss and climbed into his bed with Rosalie and Alice.

"Morning, Rose," I said brightly.

"Morning, Bella…Alice."

"I take it you slept well last night," Alice smirked.

"I wouldn't sleep on anything but the best," Rosalie replied.

She leaned over Alice's shoulder and looked at me.

"Tell Edward he's got great taste in bed sheets," she smiled at me.

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" his sexy voice called from the door.

My head snapped to his as if my own name had been called. He smiled at me and laughed when he saw Emmett on the floor. I saw Jasper come up behind him and his blank expression turned into a wide grin.

I leaned over the side of the bed and Emmett shocked me by pulling me down to the floor. I instinctively reached for something and ended up taking Alice down with me.

"EMMETT!" I yelled.

Alice punched his shoulder and I stepped on his stomach and made my way over to Edward who was waiting with open arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist and glared at Emmett. Alice gave him one good smack on the head and stomped off towards the door. Rosalie was laughing boisterously and keeled over.

I went out the door and started to help serve breakfast. Edward gave me a tender kiss after I served him his plate. I pulled back and pushed him away. Jasper was waiting for his pancakes too.

Emmett came out with a t-shirt on and a pair of basketball shorts. Rosalie was still clad in her jeans and tank top. Her hair was mussed but she still looked gorgeous. I envied her for a second. I wish I could look that perfect when I wake up in the morning.

"Edward, will you put a freaking shirt on? We all know you have a decent chest and that Bella's warm for you form but really…we're about to eat," Emmett whined.

I threw a plastic cup at him for his stupid comment and he missed it by a hair. He smiled sarcastically and gave me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and helped serve Rosalie a plate.

"I would put a shirt on Emmett but Bella happens to be wearing mine," Edward bragged.

I looked over at him and he winked at me. I blushed profusely and Rosalie chuckled under her breath at my reaction. She was in the know. Once everyone was served I sat down at the table with them and started on my pancakes.

I sat on Edward's left as he took one of the heads on the table. I put my hand on his knee sweetly and he leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

"Why is there peanut butter here?" Rosalie asked curiously as she inspected the jar.

"Because Bella likes peanut butter on her pancakes," Edward responded for me.

I locked eyes with him. I hadn't even remembered telling him that. I knew if I did it had to have been a while ago. I smiled brightly and he shrugged.

"I remember everything you say," he said for only me to hear.

"That's so weird Bella," Rosalie responded.

I glanced at her and shrugged. She handed it over to me and I took it gladly. Emmett was inhaling his food like a madman across from where I was sitting.

"Gosh, Emmett. Slow-down! The food's not going anywhere," I laughed.

Edward laughed beside me and the entire table erupted in laughter. Alice was giggling next to me and Jasper who was sitting at the other head of the table seemed to be trying not to laugh.

I felt guilty for a minute. Jasper was genuinely trying to be a good guy to Emmett. He wanted Emmett to approve of him the way Edward did. I could tell he really cared about Alice and wanted to please her and her friends.

I spread the peanut butter on my pancakes and dug in. I knew Edward was sitting next to me and that he was probably analyzing everything I did as always but I didn't care. After last night and this morning it felt like I had no reason to be embarrassed about anything in front of him.

We ate breakfast and joked for a long time together before Rosalie decided to head back to her apartment. She had reached her quota for the amount of time she could spend in the same outfit. I hugged her goodbye and gave Alice and Jasper a goodbye as well. They were headed back to Jasper's apartment.

Once everyone was gone, Emmett had decided to take a nap since he didn't have the best night of sleep. Edward and I sat on his couch and watched TV until about seven. He had to go in at nine-thirty for the night shift.

I was sitting on his bed flipping through a doctor's journal when he came back from the bathroom in his towel…and only his towel.

He opened his closet door and absentmindedly looked for a shirt and pants. I swallowed the saliva that suddenly felt very thick and concentrated on the article I was supposed to be reading about birth control. When I realized the article I was reading a thought occurred to me.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?" he was deciding on a tie.

"Um, I was reading this article and well I was just thinking about something," my voice cracked.

"What were you thinking?" he asked while putting his boxers on underneath his towel.

He threw the towel on the bed and he was standing there in his boxers once again. He slipped on the green dress shirt and began buttoning up the buttons. I lost my concentration. He had asked me something, what was it? Oh yeah, the article!

"Well, I don't know. After last night and this morning I was just thinking about maybe going back on the pill," I tried to sound casual.

Edward stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at me.

"Is that what you want?" he finished the final two buttons.

"Is that what you want?"

He came over to where I was sitting and sat on the side of the bed. He placed an arm over my legs and faced me.

"Bella, I'm a man. I'm going to be honest. If and when we decide to take that step it would be much more pleasurable than wearing protection but I'm not going to ask you to start birth control. It's your body and your decision. If you don't want to I'm more than okay with wearing condoms."

I wrung my hands together and stared at the bed sheets.

"Well, I've been on the pill before. I just thought I should talk to you about it," I admitted.

"You can do what you'd like, Bella. I just want you to do what you're most comfortable with. Here," he stood up and walked over to his desk and opened his brief case.

He searched through files and folders before picking up a small card. He walked back over to where I was sitting and handed me the card.

"This is a gynecologist in the hospital. I don't know your preference between men and women but her name is Daphne Colson. I'm sure you have a doctor but if not give her a call if you'd like."

I took the card from him. It felt like it weighed a million pounds. It was an intense conversation to be having after a week of dating but things were moving fast and I wanted to say something before the time came and I hadn't ever said anything.

He kissed my forehead and continued to get dressed. I was going to change back into my clothes but Edward insisted I stay in them. I laughed at him and kissed him goodbye. We were still standing in his front door.

"This is the greatest thing ever," he was stalling.

"What is?"

"Seeing you in my clothes in my apartment, kissing me goodbye before I leave for work," he smiled his crooked grin.

"Edward you're going to be late. Leave already," I commanded.

He groaned and kissed me one last time. I pushed him out and closed the door. I half-expected him to ring the bell again and beg for one more kiss.

I went into his room and gathered my things. Emmett was waiting for me to let him know when I'd be ready to leave.

It was easier for him to drop me off then for Edward to drive all way to my apartment and go to work. He'd be passing his route to work to take me home and passing his apartment on the way back.

Once I found my purse in Edward's living room—I didn't even know how it got there—I told Emmett I was ready. We climbed into his Jeep and rode back to my apartment. Emmett didn't come inside but told me we had plans to hang out at some bar tomorrow.

"Me, you, Jasper, Alice, and Rosalie are hanging out tomorrow night. If Edward can avoid getting suckered into a double-shift he'll come too. We're going to a sports bar on East 44th called Barracuda's."

"Do I even get the chance to decline the offer?" I joked.

"No. It was Alice's idea. I just picked out the spot. Meet us there after you get out of work. I get off of my shift at the gym at 6:30 so I'll be there by seven, the latest. Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper should be there by the time you get there. I'm making reservations for a booth tonight so if you get there first ask for them."

"Anything else while you're at it?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Next time you and Edward decide to do things to each other try and be a little quieter. He was making noises this morning I never want to hear in my fucking life ever again; especially when I know it's you that's making him do that."

My eyes went wide and Emmett gave me a simple goodnight before staring out the windshield. I climbed out of the car without a word and walked into my building. That was probably the most embarrassing moment of my existence.

I pressed the button for the elevator and shifted my clothes under my other arm. The door opened with a ding. My eyes bugged out of my head when I realized who was staring at me from inside the elevator and here I was standing in my boyfriend's oversized white t-shirt and boxers.

"Mike?" my voice cracked.

Okay maybe this was the most embarrassing moment of my existence.

Mike Newton...hahahahaha.

Oh and I actually hate pancakes but I eat my waffles with peanut butter on them, that's why Bella did.

& Alice's comment about donuts and 2:30 in the morning is a reference to Dunkin Donuts. If you go there super late (after a night a club for instance) they'll usually give you the leftover donuts for free because they don't want to waste them but they can't serve donuts that aren't fresh the following morning. I was debating between that analogy and something about free surplees on July 11th. If you didn't know... 7/11 gives free slurpees on July 11th.

If you're international and have no clue what the hell I'm talking about...ask me and I'll gladly explain, lol.

Preview for next chapter: (Bella's POV)

"Oh my gosh, is this NSYNC?" I wondered aloud.

I knew I was getting old when NSYNC was being played as filler-music in a sports bar/grill.

"Oh my gosh…it is!" Alice squealed.

"Hey, I know this song," Jasper added.

We all turned to look at Jasper who was holding onto his beer protectively. He looked up at us with wide eyes and realized the implication of what he had just told us.

"My little sister Summer used to listen to them, okay!"

"Sure, Whitlock," Rosalie winked.

A/N: Jazzy has a sister?? Find out next chapter...