Edge woke up earlier than usual. Her head felt hollow and her vision was slightly blurred. She blinked a few times before looking at the time and then out the window. It was four in the morning, and the sky was just starting to lighten. She sat up, remembering that she had gotten hammered at the bar the night before, but had sobered up before getting back. She never got hangovers, and she still really didn't know why. She wasn't ready to think about it, or anything, so early, not with her head echoing her thoughts the way it was. She looked down, she was naked and she couldn't remember why. She sat still, thinking carefully about the night before. She knew it was a very hot night, so maybe that's why she was naked. Then she thought about what she did the night before. She remembered her and Duke going to the bar, getting drink after drink and then trying to sober up before rushing back to the hotel. She remembered a hug, at the bar, between her and Duke. She sat thinking, thinking harder about more details. She remembered she told Duke the story of her ex-fiancé, and that's when he hugged her. She sighed, she felt better now that she knew where the hug fitted in. Her head stopped echoing so much, and all of a sudden a bunch of forgotten scenes flashed into her head. She remembered running back with Duke, him holding her hand and pulling her behind him. Getting the talking to from her brother, she remembered that well. Then she opened her door to her room, and Duke pushed her in and kissed her, pushing her against the wall, telling her she deserved better. And then her own voice echoed in her head, moaning Duke's name. She jumped up, and spun around. Duke was stretched out over her bed, naked, still sleeping peacefully.

"Duke! Duke, wake up!" She whispered loudly, but still softly enough so that the neighbours wouldn't hear her.

Duke woke up, slowly, to hear the persistent whispering that coaxed him awake. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Edge lying next to him. Instead she stood next to the bed, absolutely naked, not bothering to cover up an inch of her body. The only thing that broke her entirely naked body was the arm support she wore for her fractured arm.

"Well…hello." He whispered provocatively, hoping to tempt her back into bed.

She leaned over the bed and smacked him on the shoulder with her good arm.

"Don't you 'well hello' me!" She whispered angrily.

He laughed, trying to grab her hand to pull her back down into bed.

"Come on, it's too early to fight. Get some more sleep."

She took a couple of steps back and looked down at him, sprawled across her bed.

"You better be out of my bed when I come out of the bathroom." She warned him, and slowly walked to the bathroom.

She swore in her head, and her head made sure she heard it ten times over. She closed the door, Duke still hadn't moved and inch to get out of her bed. She sat on the floor opposite the sink, a million thoughts running through her head. Less than three months ago, she couldn't stand the egotistical man in the other room, and now she'd slept with him. Alcohol really could mess with just about anyone's head.

"Bad call Edge, bad call." She whispered to herself.

She reassured herself that they were both adult enough to handle this, and that this would be a one time thing only. She sighed, letting most of her frustration out. She stood up, and washed her face off with some cool water. She took a few deep breaths to get rid of the last of her anger and frustration, and opened the bathroom door. Duke was still in her bed, looking as if he was not quite ready to leave. He braced himself for a slap and a scolding, but it never came. Edge sighed deeply and lay back down next to him.

"I agree. It's too early to fight." She looked at the ceiling, staring blankly at the space in between.

Duke smiled to himself, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. She swore and laughed softly at him. He grabbed her upper arms, and pulled her down till their faces were parted by a few millimetres.

"I dare you to say you didn't like it…" He whispered seductively again.

Her face flushed red, and she turned to hide it. No one in five years, maybe not even when she was with her ex, had made her blush, not like this.

"I thought so." Duke whispered, turning her head back to face him.

He pushed her hair aside and pulled her face down to meet his. His one hand kept her from pulling away from him, and the other roamed down her body. It turned out to be the first of many sweltering kisses for the next few hours.