Edward waited for her to finish talking about how awesome the night had been to lean over and press a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Bella had a different idea… she grabbed the back of his neck—angling their heads for a deeper kiss—her fingers tangled in his hair.
She pulled away, slightly breathless, "You wanna come inside?"
It wasn't like Edward hadn't spent a good two weeks of the month, since they'd been in Portland, crashing in Bella's room anyway, too tired, sleepy, or drunk, to walk back to his room.