I do not own Twilight.

I wake sometime during the early morning, Edward's and my bodies wrapped around each other like vines. I do everything in my power to disentangle myself without waking him, the slightest bruising under his eyes giving away the less than stellar sleep he must have got in jail, and gather my shirt, which had been tossed to the floor at some point, and my shorts and underwear which are still, miraculously, wrapped around my left ankle.

I dress quickly in the dark and then press my lips to the top of his cheek, then his mouth, wondering how I ever thought I could live without this boy, and sneak out of the bedroom.

There's a note on the counter lying beside a twenty-dollar bill with a scribbled "thanks for everything" from Emmett and a mention of buying myself coffee and gas. I roll my eyes, but take the money and note regardless, knowing he'll be put out if I don't.

The ride back to campus is relatively short given the early time of morning and my desire to stay behind with Edward, in his bed. Instead, I'm greeted by a curious and eyebrow-narrowed Rosalie.

"You're back late." She glances at the clock which reads half past seven. "Or early," she muses.

I take a deep breath, relishing in the sore sensations it brings to my whole body. It's the good kind of sore; the one that makes you want to repeat the past twelve hours over and over again.

"I fell asleep," I say.

Her eyebrow raises. "Good visit? Must be nice to have him home." Rosalie knows from my last visit at the jail that Edward and I were "trying".

I smile, unable to help myself. "Yeah. He's happy to be back."

"I'm sure," she responds with a slight rise to her tone. "And I'm sure you appreciate getting dicked down the right way again, huh?"

I choke on the glass of water I had filled and started sipping from, sputtering water across the counter and Rose rolls her eyes, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the bathroom.

"Rosalie—I have to get ready for class," I start to complain, but she ignores me, turning me to look at the mirror. I gasp at my reflection.

"Yeah, and I'm sure you want everyone in class to know exactly what you were doing last night." She pushes me to the toilet and forces me to sit. "Believe me, Isabella, I'm an expert at covering hickies." She sends me a salacious grin and then darts to her room, laughing the entire way.

I stand to study the reddish-purple marks that dot my throat, collarbone, hinting towards my chest. At least the majority of them will be covered by a shirt. I touch the one below my ear, a gentle tingle soaring through my body, straight to my groin. I can't stop the slow smile that spreads over my face. I don't even know if he realized.

Rosalie returns, covers me meticulously, and is sending me off with another laugh.

"Hey, Bells," she calls just as I'm grabbing my bag. I glance at her over my shoulder. "I'm glad you're happy." She smiles one of her Rosalie girl-next-door smiles and I'm grinning back.

"Me too," I say and then hurry off to finish my second to last exam of college.