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Edward Cullen/sore loser
Rosalie beats my ass three times in a row and is taking a victory lap around my apartment when Bella wakes up.
"What's goin' on?"
"Rosalie is just proving that she's a bigger geek than I am," I explain, pulling her out of her blanket cocoon. "How are you feeling?"
She glares at the snoring lump on the end of the couch.
"I feel great. I need a shower and something filled with grease. Give me twenty minutes and I'll school you both."
"I'll go pick up lunch. " Rosalie kisses Bella's cheek and bounces out of the door.
Yeah, she's going to ride that last win for a while.
There are few things worse than a biology major on a winner's high.
"Wanna join me?" Bella asks.
I'm pulling my shirt over my head and following her down the hall.
"I'll take that as a yes." She giggles.
"No hanky panky. I can live the rest of my life happily without hearing Edward's orgasm voice ever again." Emmett groans.
"So it was you who kept knocking!"
"Shut up and go put some clothes on."