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Chapter Twelve

I awoke to a loud crash, a pounding head and a mouth that tasted like puke. Running a finger over my teeth, it was confirmed. Yep. Definitely puked last night.

"Fuck!" I heard someone, Edward, yell from the other room, followed by another loud crash.

Sitting up, I glanced around the small room that only held a large bed and a bookcase overflowing with books.

The door slowly opened and Edward's face lit up when he saw that I was awake.

"Hi," I croaked. "Did we, uh..."

Edward smirked and leaned in the doorway. "Did we what, Bella?"

"Were we...together?"

"Oh, yeah. We were together all night, Bella."

Lack of caffeine and a toothbrush was not making this situation easy. "No. Were we together together?"

"I don't-"

"Did we fuck, Edward? Did. we. fuck."

"You're really moody in the mornings." Edward laughed, running a hand through his mess of hair. "But, no. Although, you did want to make out. I denied you."

"You denied me?"

"Don't look so shocked. You said the room was spinning and then asked when we were gonna make out. My denying you was for the best."

Dropping my head in my hands I said, "Oh, God. That's just... awful."

Pushing off the doorway, Edward walked to the window and opened the blinds.

"What time is it?"

"Almost eleven."

"Oh. Did I happen to puke?"

"Yeah."

Great. "Did I happen to not puke in front of you?"

"Afraid not."

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I guess that what happens when I skip out on dinner. Do you know where my purse is?"

Edward left the room and returned with my bag in his hand and a glass of water.

Thanking him, I searched my purse for my phone. "No missed calls. I guess that's good, right?"

"Sure," Edward stuck his hands in his pocket. "I was going to make you breakfast but, uh, I opened one cabinet and everything kind of... jumped out at me. I think it's a sign I'm not supposed to set foot in a kitchen."

"Good thinking."

"I actually have to go meet with James in an hour, but you can stay if you want." Edward hesitated. "We can grab a late lunch or something."

The look on his face was so adorable.

I really wish I had a toothbrush with me.

"Oh, that's okay. Go to your meeting. I should probably head home anyway." I slid off the bed only to be blocked by Edward's tall frame.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi."

Edward put a hand on my waist. "I know you don't remember last night, but I had fun hanging out with you."

"Really?"

He smiled, his eyes doing the little crinkle thing I loved so much. "Yes, really. I wish you didn't have to go."

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I didn't want to go, but I had no idea what was waiting for me at home. Putting it off any longer would just make things worse.

"Thanks for taking care of me." I sighed as he kissed my temple.

I decided against letting Edward drive me home. It was best to avoid unnecessary drama for the time being.

"Look who's home," Riley said, not bothering to look up from his video game as I walked through the door. "You should sit down. We need to talk."

A/N: Aw, Edward was going to cook for her. Too bad he doesn't know how to boil a pot of water. Thanks for reading!