Happy holidays to all of you who celebrate! :D

"Could I get a glass of water?" I rubbed my face, the realness of what I'd just done kicking in.

Rosalie sweetly obliged, throwing in a slice of lemon and some ice before she placed the glass in front of me on a black napkin.

"You look like you're having fun," Siren noted, leaning on her elbows on the bar top.

"I kissed her." I blurted out, catching my face in the palms of my hands. My face felt hot and flushed and I probably looked like a fool.

"I know."

My head shot up.

"What, was there a live broadcast or something? She told me to sit in the corner so the camera's wouldn't catch us." I was a tad agitated, but totally misplaced.

"Relax!" Siren ushered.

"She texted me, that's all."

"But I just came out of there," I frowned.

"She texted me the minute she was backstage again."

Siren sighed, taking out the gold elastic band in her hair and brushing her hands through the blonde, silky locks.

"She's holding off because of the situation. But she's liked you the second she had you in that room the first time, you know." Siren winked.

I don't know how I got home, but somehow I did, since I woke up in my own bed —not at Alice's and still dressed.

My head hurt a little bit when I sat up and let my eyes adjust to the daylight.

Today's the day.

I had five missed calls.

Eleven text messages.

Tanya.

I pulled off my shirt and socks, suddenly feeling entirely too hot.

How did I get home?

I hurried to the living room, feet stumbling and eyes frantically searching for any signs.

Cluttering in the pantry.

Gasps and a muttered 'fuck'.

The door was slightly ajar.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

Dark, messy hair.

Flour everywhere.

I sighed out of relief it wasn't who I thought it was.

"Bella?"

Her head shot up, the flour covering her hair and face, shirt.

She was a mess.

"Oh fuck. I'm so sorry, the lid fell off when I grabbed the container and I got it all over me."

She was adorable.

"How did you get here?" I wondered, trying to dust off some of the flour on her shoulder.

"You were a little too drunk to drive home, so Rose made you tell us where you lived and snatched your keys. She was really excited when she saw the car that came with said set of keys and drove us here. Emmett picked her up, so your car is parked safely in the garage." Bella explained.

"But you, I-uh. Did we…?" I trailed off, hoping she got what I was saying.

"God no," she pushed me slightly.

"I would not take advantage of you like that, Good Guy." Bella winked.

"I slept on your couch and I wanted to make you some pancakes, but well. That didn't turn out so great," she chuckled.

"I wanted make sure you were alright. And since I didn't have a ride, I decided it be best if stayed until you were awake."

I smiled down at her, my fingers catching some of her hair that hung around her in complete disarray.

"I'm sorry about the kiss." I whispered.

Her smile faded.

"You are?" Her voice was quiet.

"You deserve everything, Bella. You should be romanced, swept off your feet and I just used you." I was disgusted with myself.

"You didn't fucking use me, Cullen." She crossed her arms in front of her and stepped closer to me.

"I know we're friends, and I won't push you." She took in a big gulp of breath. "But don't ever say you are sorry about that kiss, because I'm not. You're not either, because that wasn't some kind of spur of the moment kiss. Your kiss was far-out the best thing that happened to me in a while now."

"Look at me," I put my thumb underneath her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.

Soft browns.

Full lips, slightly parted.

"I'm sorry." I sighed. "Not about the kiss, about lying to you." Bella's face scrunched up, question all over her face.

"What do you mean, lying?"

"I lied. I'm not sorry about that kiss, I just didn't want to make a big deal out of it if you regretted it."

"Noted." She nodded. "But I didn't regret it, and you should go put on some clothes." She muttered, staring at my chest.

I chuckled.

"I think you should shower, first. You look like someone who just dropped a bag of flour all over herself."

I got an eye-roll.

"I'll need to use your washer and dryer, these are the only clothes I brought with me," she motioned to the leggings and tee.

"Sure thing. You can pick out anything from the closet, I'm gonna make us some toast." I said and wrapped an arm around her waist.

What the fuck are you doing?

"Thank you," I whispered before I kissed her forehead. Her cheek burned against the naked skin of my chest.

I put two plates on the counter and a few slices of toast, along with some fried eggs. It was all that I had left in the house, I hope Bella wouldn't be too disappointed.

She returned, smelling a little bit too familiar —my body wash and looking like an absolute fantasy.

Black dress shirt —mine.

Boxers peeking out from under it —mine.

Wet, dark hair slicked into a bun on the top of her head.

Fresh face.

Fuck me.

"What?" She asked, one arm on her hip, making the shirt shift and strain across her chest.

No bra.

"You're… Those…" I couldn't seem to find my own words.

"Yeah, if you thought I was going to wear that little bitch's clothing, you can just check-in at the nearest nuthouse." Bella arched a brow.

"No this is better," I blurted out, face flaming hot.

Bella bit her lip.

"You like me in your clothing, don't you?" She whispered, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

"I'd like you in anything." I shrugged.

"Good to know."