Lily Jill here posting for Dani - send her some love to make her get off her ass and stop being sick. :)

It's beyond strange to wake up in a place that's not my bed or my office couch.

In a good way, I mean.

Joining the land of the living surrounded by the warm strawberry scent of Bella, the room painted golden by the morning light, with aching muscles and wrapped in a snuggly little cocoon of blankets and pillows.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

My first instinct before I'm even awake enough to have full thoughts is to reach out and find the hot, soft, curvy little thing that should be next to me.

But instead, I'm met by cold, empty sheets.

Frowning, I roll onto my back, stretching one of those healing, sort of whole-body stretches. The kind that awakens every muscle, tendon, and nerve in your body. Until last night, I would've called these kinds of stretches better than sex.

Nothing was better than that sex, though.

Fuck.

A glance at the clock tells me it's around eight in the morning, but I genuinely can't remember the last time I slept past five.

Then again, I was kept up pretty late last night…

My fingers run through my hair as I sit up, simultaneously smoothing the ruckus and messing it up a different way, and I look around for my underwear to cover the straining cock I had hoped to bury in Bella this morning. But then I remember our frantic undressing in the kitchen, and a new smile lands on my face at the memory.

Fuck it; it's not like she hasn't already seen me naked.

I only have to wonder where Bella is for a moment since the smell of cinnamon and bacon pulls me right out of our little love nest and into the kitchen.

She's standing at the stove, in my fucking shirt, looking all kinds of sexy, shaking her ass and singing along to some rap song while flipping something in a skillet.

"Dance on the dick, now you been served. I like a dick with a little bit of curve. Hit this pussy with an uppercut—"

"Hit this pussy with an uppercut? Ouch," I laugh, leaning casually in the doorway.

Watching Bella jump and scream because I scared her only makes me laugh harder, and the next thing I know, I have a spatula flying for my head.

Well, it would be if her aim didn't suck about as hard as she does.

"Edward! You scared the living shit out of me," she yells, clutching her hand to her chest.

I'm still cracking up when I retrieve the spatula and make my way over to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder to pull her into me and kiss her head.

"Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to."

She seems about as helpless as I am to hold back the physical contact in the face of fear, not hesitating to hug me around my waist.

"Shit, the least you can do is kiss me on my lips," she has to crane her neck to look up at me from her angle, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she looks like an angel with her big, brown eyes, pouty lips, and messy bed hair.

Okay, maybe a fallen angel.

"Ew, morning breath," I groan, purposely pointing my head away from her.

She grabs my jaw and pulls me back in, giving me no choice but to press my lips against hers.

"I had your cum in my mouth and my tongue in your ass last night—you really think I give a fuck?"

Her filthy words make me kiss her again, harder, sliding my tongue into her mouth and growling at the sheer intensity of which I still want her.

She feels it, too, but she cools us down pretty quickly, slowly pulling back with a smile on her pretty face.

"Mhm, that's nice and all, but I made you breakfast, and I'm not going to let you distract me into burning it."

"Cooking for me twice in less than twenty-four hours? Yeah, you're fucking perfect."

"Have you decided whether you're gonna keep me or not yet?"

It's one of those vulnerable Bella moments I only get glimpses of. She's usually so sure of herself, but every now and again, her insecurity shows. It only makes me like her more, the fact that she's comfortable to drop that facade with me.

"Hell yeah, I'm keeping you." My hand drifts lower, grabbing her ass and pulling her tighter against me. "Can't pass this ass up, that's for sure."

She swats my arm playfully, well aware I'm only kidding about the second part, then grabs a new spatula and points it at me.

"I set out a new toothbrush for you if you wanna go take care of that while I finish the French toast."

"French toast?"

Fuck keeping her...I'm gonna marry her.

"Mhm, I figured I gave you spicy last night, so this morning I'll give you sweet. Now, shoo. Go clean up."

"Yes, mother," I tease, giving her ass one last swat before I grab my underwear and head for the bathroom.

"Mother, huh? Eh...Not as good as it would be if I called you Daddy."

This fucking girl.