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Nibbling. Nipping. Licking. Humming. Butterfly kisses.

That's what I'm woken up to the following morning.

"Happy new year, Bella," a muffled voice whispers on to my stomach.

I smile in contentment as my eyes take in a ruffle haired, cheerful Edward. The happiness reflecting off of his green eyes is contagious, making me feel light. As if I don't have a care in the world.

What a wonderful way to start off my new year. Despite the fact that I have a massive migraine.

Damn hangovers.

"You too," I reply as I stretch beneath a blanket that's hovering over our half naked bodies.

"Where did this come from?"

"I got it from Emmett's linen closet after you…knocked out. You were pretty exhausted," he smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

My face flushes. "Oh."

"How are you feeling?"

"Great."

He looks at me questioningly. "Aren't you hung over?"

The corners of my lips tilt up. "Yes. But I'm perfectly fine, otherwise."

"Good to hear," he says, leaning down to kiss my temple.

"What about you, aren't you hung over?"

"Not really. I ate and drank some water before I fell asleep."

"Well, well…lucky you."

My head a little fuzzy, I attempt to recollect last night's events…before Edward and I had our little escapade.

"Ummm…are my friends still here?" I ask in a guarded tone.

"No, they're still sleeping."

"Do they know what happened with us? Did they see?"

With sadness in his eyes, he answers "no."


And there's your assurance that there was no "morning after awkwardness" between them. lol. :o) Hope you all had a fabulous weekend!