So that's how it goes…
Out of all the times they had hung out, Edward had to pick the one when Bella was drowsy, bone-tired and on the brink of sleep to pop the question.
"Hey, do ya' wanna go out on Saturday night?" he asked easily.
It was sometime around 1:30 in the morning, and it had been sixteen hours of sprinting away from blood thirsty vampires and smelly shape-shifters in Kristen's layers and boots, emoting and crying girly tears for Kristen.
The low thrum of the SUV's engine was lulling her to sleep and Edward's voice barely registered.