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BPOV

Two years flew by. Edward flew home to Chicago often and we spent nearly every holiday together.

He introduced me to his family the first Thanksgiving we were together. I nearly peed myself when I met his NFL playing brother, and he wouldn't stop teasing Edward for dating 'jailbate' as I had just turned 18 two months prior.

I didn't bring Edward home until the second Christmas. It was definitely tense and Jess had her freak outs, but she also had a new boyfriend or rather a new old boyfriend - Michael Newton, who fawned over her like a puppy and she ate it up.

But now was when reality would really sink in. Edward had graduated a few weeks ago from NYU, and had been accepted to the University of Chicago's Medical School. He had received the acceptance letter just before Valentine's Day, and while we didn't usually celebrate the cliche holiday we spent that weekend celebrating his acceptance and discussing our future.

4 months ago

Edward had flown home to sort through the mail from various medical colleges and to quasi celebrate Valentine's day with me. My roommate and her boyfriend had taken off for a winter lovefest, snowing at some resort in Northern Illinois, so Edward and I had my dorm all to ourselves. He came over, all his unopened envelopes from various medical programs bunched up in his arms, but the one that both he and I were hoping for laid on top. The University of Chicago.

We both sat on my bed, staring at it.

"Maybe we should talk about what's going to happen in either scenario, just so we don't freak out too much either way." I stated softly, trying to be rational.

He dropped the letters onto my bed carelessly, cupping my face in his hands and looking down at me intently. "It changes nothing, you know. Nothing. If...I can't go to Chicago, then we'll pick somewhere else together." His words were steadfast and sure as he paused to kiss my lips. "I've got a good feeling. Roll with me." He concluded, grinning and placing a playful kiss on the tip of my nose. How could I be worried now? Oh right...

"I still have two more years Edward. I won't be able to move wherever you are until then."

"Doesn't matter." Kiss. God how I lived for his lips when he was gone. "Bella, nothing will go wrong; I promise."

"I know." I sighed, crawling into his lap. "And if you do get in..." I bit my lip nervously. "What exactly would our living situation be?" We hadn't ever talked about the next step outside of vague terms of 'wanting to be together forever' and 'never letting each other go'. This was real; it was tangible. I held my breath.

"You come live with me, of course," He shrugged as if it had already been discussed at length.

"You mean... we'd get our own place?" I asked, waiting for the answer before giggling like an idiot.

He nodded, looking at me like it was a no-brainer. "Yeah, of course."

I beamed and kissed him hard. I guess I had assumed that was what we'd have done, but his confirmation lit a fire under me.

"Clothes off. Now." I demanded, pushing him onto my comforter and hovering above him.

He grinned, arching his head up and kissing me. "What about the letters?"

"They'll be here in 15 minutes..." I murmured, taking in his fit body covered in far too many clothes. "Maybe an hour."

He must have known the look in my eye because he went for the belt on his pants before murmuring between kisses, "You give me no credit." Kiss."Who kept you up all night right before I left for the semester?"

"I didn't say this session was going to be the only one. Just the first." I grinned, biting my lip as I saw him peel off his shirt. There were no words to describe Edward's unclothed body. Even after nearly two years, I couldn't put his attractiveness into words. "I am more than aware of your sexual prowness." I smirked, leaning towards him to kiss his lips, sucking on his top lip. "In fact, that may be one of the main reasons I keep you around," I joked, my breath fanning over his mouth.

"That's it?" He asked, swiping my bottom lip with his tongue and sending shivers down my spine. "Not my eternal love and devotion?" He added, rolling us over and kissing over my face.

"Mmm.." I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, mulling it over. "Yea, I guess that too." I replied aloofly, looking back at him and grinning.

Over an hour later, we were both under the covers of my bed, panting heavily. "Do you like... look up new techniques when you aren't overachieving academically?" I puffed out, pressing my cheek into his chest, hearing his heart thump loudly.

His face was buried against the top of my head as he mumbled, "No." He paused, puffing out exhales through his nose into my hair. "Love you, Bella," He yawned, coughing a little as I felt a bit of my hair get sucked into his mouth.

"Hey... hey. Where's your stamina? You still have letters to open." I said, reaching onto my desk for the pile of envelopes. Edward leaned up against my headboard, and I propped against his chest, pushing the top of my head against the curve of his neck as I wrapped the thin bedsheet around my chest for coverage. "Ready?" I asked rhetorically, handing the pile to him.

"Yeah." He nodded, kissing my temple. "Where should I start?"

"How about numero uno?" I asked, tapping the one with the U of Chicago return address.

"Okay." He grabbed the envelope, tearing it open and shielding the response from me as his eyes moved on the page. Shit this couldn't be good. "Hmm."

"What?" I asked, sitting up, letting the sheet drop, as I looked at him directly. "What's it say?"

He looked over at me, kissing my collar bone and the tops of my breasts. "Mmmm...I love...the way...you taste."

I moaned. My body betraying me as it arched against him. "Edward..." I sighed, pushing one hand into his hair and gripping it. "What's the letter say?"

"I got in." He grinned, looking up at me from where his lips still hovered over my chest.

My smile matched his and I pressed my lips against his feverishly.

And just like every trip when he came to visit, we didn't stop until sunrise.

When we finally woke up it was past one. We went to his parent's house to share the good news, and as always his mother slid in her jokes that made me blush.

"Does this mean wedding bells are in the air as well?" She asked, completely unassuming as she sipped her tea.

I was tucked into Edward's side on the sofa, trying to fight the heat spreading to my face. "Someday." He smiled, twirling my hair in his fingers as he stared right at me.

I felt my cheeks get even redder and I looked down at my hands. His mother, Esme, just laughed and brushed it off. "So do two have a relator?"

He shrugged, shaking his head. "Don't you just like...go through the paper?"

"Honey, not for a house." She said sternly. "Only people renting, who will eventually split look through the Chicago Tribune."

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "Thanks, Mom. Disaster averted." His eyes were fixed on his mother's but his hand squeezed mine discretely.

I smiled, lifting our hands and scooting closer, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm not sure we're exactly looking for a house just yet Esme."

"I thought we were just looking for a seedy apartment that would totally test the validity of our relationship." He added, planting a kiss on top of my head.

"Oh, then you should just move into my dorm then." I laughed, turning my face to look up at him.

He nodded soundly, kissing my forehead. "Sounds good."

I smiled, leaning back against him. We spent another hour or so at his parents' house before taking a few business cards of his mother's friends who happened to be in real estate.

"Do you think we're really ready for a house?" I asked as I buckled up in his volvo coupe.

"Probably not." He replied, checking his mirrors before pulling out of the driveway. "Do you wanna stop and get dinner?"

"Sure. But it's Valentine's day, everywhere is going to be packed."

"Oh, shit." He blurted out, his eyes going wide as he looked over at me. "I forgot."

I laughed. "You're lucky you have the best girlfriend ever, and she doesn't care about the holiday." I rolled down the window, enjoying the crisp late winter Chicago air. "We could do take out."

"No, I'm taking you out." He disagreed, squealing the car's tires as he made a hasty U-turn.

"What?" I asked, my head twisting quickly to look at him.

"I'm taking you out." He repeated, shifting as I felt the car accelerate. Oh god, we were going to die. "It's Valentine's Day, and you're my valentine."

"It's not a big deal Edward, really." I laughed. "It's really sweet of you, but we don't have reservations anywhere."

He smiled as his face stayed trained on the road ahead. "I know. But I want to." He reached for my hand pulling it up and kissing the back of it. "I love you."

I smiled, pulling his hand into my lap and playing with it.

It was our second Valentine's Day together but the first one we'd spend going out.

Not going to lie, I was looking forward to milking the holiday and showing every other couple how much more amazing my boyfriend was compared to all of theirs - even if it was done silently.

EPOV

I drove about 20 minutes out of the city; far enough away so that we'd be able to find something because she was right, the city would be packed. And so, I found...an Olive Garden.

That was good, right?

I got out, then went around to Bella's door, wrapping her hand in mine once we got out. "I know, I know; it's really fancy, but you're worth it."

Bella laughed, probably because she couldn't believe I thought the Olive Garden was an appropriate place, but wrapped her arm around my waist and curled into me anyway. "It's too much Edward. I mean what next? TGI Fridays?"

"Baby,I don't know if we can afford that yet." I teased, letting her into the restaurant.

She sighed, wistfully, putting a hand dramatically to her forehead. "A girl can dream." She grinned, her hand reaching out for mine.

I grabbed her hand as we walked up to the hostess, who was very engrossed in the seating plan. "Two please."

Her eyes snapped up to mine and she pushed out her chest, making her look almost comical. "Right this way."

Good. Lord.

I held Bella's hand as we walked to the booth and I waited for the waitress to leave, which was odd because I'm pretty sure she touched my ass. I slid in next to Bella, putting my arm over her shoulder. "We're gonna be one of those awkward couples who sits on the same side of the booth."

She laughed, looking at me like I had seven heads. "I was just thinking that." She pointed to the opposite side and smirked at me as if challenging me to fight. "Move please."

I pouted, looking over at the empty side. "Really? You're gonna make me sit over there? Alone?"

"You wanted to go out to dinner. My idea involved minimal clothing, chinese take out and a rented movie." She reminded, kissing my pout but not pushing it any further. Damn it.

"Yeah, but I should take you out because it's Valentine's day. Then I take you home and we have tons of sex. That's just how it goes."

She rolled her eyes, pushing my shoulder playfully. "From what I recall, last year's involved room service, watching movies on Turner Classic, and being naked all weekend."

"That was the first one. You set the bar high." I replied, opening the menu and putting my head on her shoulder. "You might have to drive home."

"I'm not having sloppy drunk sex again Edward, not even if it's Valentines Day." She laughed, leaning her head on mine.

I kissed her neck. "No, no. I'm just tired. And you're comfy. And warm. And I can see your boob." Right down her shirt.

"Maybe, you should sit on the other side and order coffee." She countered, then reconsidered. "Although, I could always give you a blow job. That tends to perk you up." She smirked, knowing just how much it perked me up...me and every single fucking cell in my body because my girl had amazing, amazing oral skills.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, looking up at her. "Are you mad?"

"No." Kiss. "Why?" Kiss.

I sat up a little, kissing her back. "Because you keep." Kiss. "Telling me to go." Kiss.

"Well us both sitting on one side is... weird." She laughed, nudging me again."And while I thoroughly appreciate the sentiment, I'd much rather grab McDonald's and then get you in bed and remake a dorm style version of last year's holiday celebration." She murmured, her lips pressing against mine and I swear , time slowed and there was nothing but Bella and I in our own world. And too soon, of course, she pulled away.

I sighed, getting up and going to the other side of the booth. "I wanna take you out. And we're out. Then we can go home and be naked."

Her hand darted across the table for mine, but then she reconsidered, moving to my side, and pushing her face into my neck as though we hadn't seen each other in years. "Okay, I was wrong. Your way was better."

I wrapped my arms around her, pushing my face back into her neck. "I told you. Besides, I want every one to know you're mine."

I felt a smile against my skin, making my own smile appear. it was odd how much this girl made me happy. The smallest things, from hearing her laugh, to watching her eyes light up when she talked about what she was learning made me ecstatic. "You make me so happy." I heard her sigh, kissing the base of my neck. "I love you."

"Love you."

The waitress came a short while later, and we placed our order, quickly getting down to the whole breadstick and salad business. "So, do you think your parents will be okay with you moving in with me?"

"Yea my parents love you. Though, I wouldn't put it past Jess to fly out here just to egg our place."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of my ex. "God, she's insane."

Bella shrugged, laughing a little like this was a completely odd notion. "She may be on her way to the alter, but she still finds it a personal insult that she got dumped for her uglier sister."

"No, the ugly sister got dumped for the fuckhot one." I told her, putting more salad on her plate. "Even if I hadn't met you then, it wouldn't have worked out."

"Who knows? Maybe if Jess never came home from NYU it would have. You said yourself you two worked better in the city." She reminded me (I'm not sure why) and brushed her lips against mine. "Though you have no idea how lucky I am she did bring you back."

I shook my head. "The only thing that Jess was, was a way for me to get to you." I whispered, kissing her slowly. "You and I...we're meant to be. You were made to be mine."

Her smile grew into a love drunk one, that made me kind of fuzzy inside, then (as one does) she went for the salad. "Always."

I kissed her temple, then looked down at my dish. "So...marriage?"

Bella nodded, sipping her iced tea. "yea, what about marriage?"

"Is that something...I mean, have you thought about it?" Why'd I bring this up again?

"Of course I have." She replied, smiling at me. "I am a girl Edward."

"Yeah, but I mean." I swallowed, looking everywhere but at her. "With me?"

Her hand came up to my jaw, turning my face so that I had to look at her. She was smiling, watching me like I was completely ridiculous to assume that she might not want to. "I didn't start thinking about marriage until I met you."

"Really?" I grinned, kissing her. "You want that?"

"Of course I do."

"Good, cause not marrying you would probably be the worst thing ever."

She blushed a little at my melodramatics, and kissed me quickly before going back to dinner. "I'm just waiting for you to ask."

I grinned. "I like this...having you in suspense. It's kinda cool." I pulled her closer, kissing her temple. "Soon though. I feel like...I feel like I should have something to offer you besides ramen."

"You'd be surprised the things I can do with ramen and the dozen ramen cookbooks I've bought the last couple years." She laughed, "But know, I can't wait to be your bride."

"Me either." I whispered, kissing her again. "I can't wait to do this with you."

"What about family? Tons of kids? None?" She asked as though we were discussing the weather.

I laughed a little, kissing her temple. "Three? Maybe four?"

She hummed in agreement, "Four."

"As long as you're up for it."

"I like the idea of us having a big family of our own." She sighed, kissing me, then looking down at my practically untouched plate. "You wanted to go out to dinner... eat some of it."

I shoveled a ton of food into my mouth. "Ooory."

She shook her head, twirling pasta around her fork. "So, since we're going away for spring break, did you want to wait to apartment hunt once you moved back?"

"Yeah sounds good." I said as I swallowed. '"Pick a neighborhood, okay?"

"I was thinking, maybe we should... you know, just look at a house or two - like your mom suggested." She said, staring at her plate, and I think wishing it would eat her. I didn't know what the big deal was; we belonged together, after all.

I nodded. "Pick a neighborhood."

"I'd like to be open, if that's okay."

I kissed her temple. "I don't care. I just want to do it; I wanna live with you and be with you and have kids with you...I don't care." Because I didn't. As long as I got her, what was the difference?"

She dropped her fork and suddenly I was assaulted with her lips, the force of it making me grin. "I love you." Kiss. "Thank you for being so amazing."

"Thanks for just...being with me. That means everything." I whispered. "That makes everything worth it." I kissed her again, leaning into her a little, and not caring about how disgustingly happy we looked. "I love you, Bella. More than anything. Forever."

BPOV

And here we were, packing up the stuff in my dorm and hauling it to the Cullen's guest bedroom while Edward and I searched for the perfect home. I picked up the picture of Edward and I my first day on campus. He had helped me move and my roommate, Alice insisted we were the (and I quote) "cutest things" and snapped a photo; Edward with one arm around me and one arm balancing a box with his knee. I was smiling, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Hey look at this!" I shouted over my shoulder, unable to put the photo down.

"What?" He asked, looking up from where he was packing up a few of my items. "What is it?"

I lifted up the photo and turned to him, grinning. "We'd been together, what two months when this was taken?"

He grinned, walking over and taking it from my hands to look at it more closely. "Yeah, something like that." He paused, looking at the picture."We had sex on that bookshelf." He said pointing to the bookshelf in the background of the photo.

"Yes we did." I smirked, my mind reminiscing over the handful of times. "That was a perfect angle. We should get a bookcase that height for our place." I teased, leaning in for a kiss.

"Definitely. Once we can afford them," He laughed leaning over to kiss me quickly. "Why do you have so many pens? How many do you use at once?"

I shrugged. "I like collecting pens. It's my quirky Bella thing."

He smirked, flipping through a stack of papers pausing to look up at me. "I thought your quirky Bella thing was the way you squeak in your sleep." His eyes returned to the random pile in his hands and he pulled out a single photo. "What about this one?"

"We should probably burn that one." I laughed, peering over and seeing the scandalous and badly angled photo that we attempted to take while having sex. "You focused the camera and my ass looks like it's trying to eat your legs." I puffed, taking in how pale and pink my body was as it sat over his. "In fact, I'm surprised you ever wanted to have sex with me again after you saw this one."

He shook his head, scoffing. "I think you look hot," he argued but tearing the picture into small pieces and tossing it in the trash bin as I'd requested. "Really hot." He added, pulling me closer and latching his mouth onto the side of my neck.

I moaned against him, regrettably pulling away. "I hope we find an apartment tomorrow, otherwise who knows the next time we'll have sex."

"Tonight." He laughed with a tone that was laced with duh Bella.

"Ew. We are not having sex at your parents. You know I feel weird about that."

"Then we'll have sex in the car around the block from my parents." He offered as an alternate solution, grinning widely. "Better?"

I couldn't help but laugh lightly at his suggestion. "Maybe," I smirked, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

The loading and unloading of the items I had only took a couple of hours and by late afternoon we were laying on his childhood bed, me between his legs and his laptop on my lap, browsing apartments.

"I think we should live near school. It'll be easy for me to get to class without needing to buy a car and it's only like a 20 minutes to the medical center." I replied, scrolling through the listings.

"Yeah, that's a good point," He observed reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. God he looked hot in them. "But Ill have the volvo, if you need it."

"Do we want a studio, one or two bedroom?"

"Two, that way we can stay there a while." He murmured, kissing the back of my head.

I nodded and we snuggled close, printing out a handful that we liked, making appointments to view each of them the next day. "I can't believe we're doing this." I replied softly, turning my face to look up at him and kissing his jaw.

His lips lowered, finding my own for a soft kiss as he whispered against them, "It'll be fun. It's like...being grown ups, only not."

I laughed and crawled out of his lap, despite my body screaming to return. "Speak of being grown ups but not, I should head to my room for bed."

"Where're you going?" He asked sounding confused by my sudden movement.

"To my room, where your parents told me I could sleep..."

"But...I want you here."

"And we're just going to sleep? Fully clothed? Door open?" I asked in disbelief, turning to look at him.

He smirked, edging off the bed and walking over to where I stood. "We're just gonna sleep, semi-nude, door ajar," He negotiated as his lips fastened to my neck.

"Define semi-nude." I panted, trying to not let go of my willpower and pounce on him.

His lips kept moving along the column of my throat and I felt my resolve crumbling. "Underwear."

"T-shirt too..." I breathed, arching my hips against his and shutting my eyes.

I felt him shake his head against me. "Out of the question," he growled against my skin, lifting me up effortlessly and laying us back down on the bed.

"What if your parents-" I moaned, interrupting myself as I felt his fingers rub one of my nipples. "What if they come to check on us?"

His hands pulled out from under my shirt, pushing the fabric up above the top of my breasts, exposing them as his mouth began to explore just under the curve of my boobs. "I'm 22 years old; why would they check on me?"

"Because... because... ungh fuck that feels good." I stirred, my train of thought completely leaving.

"Uh huh," he sighed, nuzzling my stomach. "I love you."

"I love- BECAUSE YOU JUST GOT HOME!" I shouted, bolting upright as soon as I remembered my argument.

He stared at me bewildered, shaking his head. "What's wrong? What're you talking about?"

"Your parents could come in here to check on you because you just moved home!" I repeated, running a hand through my hair; a habit I'd picked up from Edward.

He sat up a bit straighter, smiling down at me reassuringly. "Bella, they won't; I promise. But if it makes you more comfortable, I'll say good night," He sighed, pulling us off the bed and walking us to the door. "I'll be a gentleman, I promise."

I sighed, battling myself and nodded. "I love you." I murmured, kissing him tenderly. "See you in the morning?"

He nodded, kissing me again. "You know where I am if you need me." Kiss. "Goodnight, Bella."

I tossed and turned. It was easier to sleep knowing Edward was a thousand miles away and unattainable, but when he was right down the hall my body was wide awake and refused sleep.

At half past two I gave up, tip-toeing into his room and shutting it behind me. I made quick work of my pj pants and sleep shirt, crawling in beside him. "Edward?" I whispered.

"Hey, baby." He murmured sleepily as his eyes remained shut. He reached blindly for the blankets, pulling them back grinning.

I wiggled under the covers, pushing my lips against his. "I missed you, so I decided you win." I sighed taking his hand and moving it up to my bare breast.

He squeezed the flesh, leaning towards me and kissing my lips gently. "I'm glad you came. I missed you."

I moaned against his mouth, sliding my arms around his neck. "I'm so glad this visit isn't temporary."

"Me too," he sighed, kissing me again. "I can't wait to wake up to you every morning," he admitted pulling me closer and rubbing his nose against mine. Adorable.

"Guess what? That's effective immediately." I grinned, kissing him a little harder.

"Good," He puffed out, pushing his face into the curve of my neck. "Now sleep so I can do the waking up part."

I huffed a little wiggling my hips against his. I wanted to be anywhere other than under his parent's roof right then. I needed him, needed himif you get my drift. But I knew I'd freak out if we started something and it got to that point. With that I sighed, and curled up against him, falling asleep to the warmth of his skin and smell of his soap.

The following morning I woke to a knock on Edward's door.

"Edward, son?" Carlisle's voice rang out politely.

"Edward!" I whisper-yelled, poking him.

His grip around me tightened as he readjusted against me. "Mmm, what?

"Your dad." I whispered, hearing the knock again.

"What about him?" He mumbled, sounding half asleep.

"Edward?" Carlisle's voice asked again, a bit louder.

"Jesus." He groaned, lifting his head and looking back towards the door before peeling away from me. He stumbled over to the door while rubbing his eyes and opening it a sliver. "Hi, dad."

"Hey son. I just wanted to let you know your mother and I are going out. The spare keys are on the kitchen counter when you are ready to leave, and dinner is at 7; just text your mother when you two decide what your plans are."

I watched Edward nod. "Okay. Have a good day." He lifted his hand and waved, shutting the door and turning back to me. "Do over." He grumbled, sulking back over to the the bed and getting under the covers.

I laughed, propping myself up on my elbows, letting the sheet drop. "What?"

As if instinctual, his arms wound around me and pulled me against his bare chest. "That's not how I wanted to wake up." He murmured, his eyes falling shut and his cheek pushing against the top of my head. "Do over."

"Okay." I grinned, wrapping my arms around his torso and pressing my lips against his neck, trailing down to his shoulder and nibbling a little. "Baby?" I asked softly.

"Hm?" He hummed, chuckling a little into my hair.

"It's time to wake up." I murmured, pulling back so I could kiss his lips lightly. "We have to go shopping for a home." I whispered, unable to hide my smile.

He pulled back, smiling down at me with his jade eyes. "Oh, that's right." He teased, rolling me onto my back and pushing his lips against my neck. "I totally forgot."

"I know, easy thing to forget." I sighed, arching my body up against his. "Good thing your girlfriend has such a good memory."

"Definitely," He agreed as one hand discreetly reached down, cupping my sex through my underwear. Oh god. "I'm lucky I found you."

"Edwaaaard." I moaned, pushing my hips against his hand.

"Yes, love?" He asked as his lips scaled my neck and across my shoulder. "Tell me what you want."

"We can't." I panted as my hips continued to grind against his palm without my consent. "We're in.. your parents house."

"Yes, but they're not home," he reminded me. His head lifted and he moved his mouth against mine slowly, lovingly. That was one thing I loved most about him; how I could feel how much he cared for me, needed me, wanted me, in just a kiss. His lips lingered against mine briefly before he moved his hand and laid back beside me. "But if it freaks you out, I'll stop."

I missed his touch instantly and was torn about what to do. "I want you, you have no ideahow badly... but it's weird right? Doing it on your childhood bed?"

He turned, and I could see his grin in my peripheral vision. "I think it's kinda hot."

"You do?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"Yeah, I mean...well, I..." he trailed off, a blush spreading over his face and neck. "It just is."

"You..." I asked rolling over him, grinning. "You were going to say something."

His hands gripped my hips firmly, pressing me down against him. "I changed my mind."

I groaned involuntarily rocking myself against his covered hard on. "Oh?"

"Yeah...cause you might..." He sighed, grunting as he met my movements with thrusts of his own. "Stop."

I froze, looking down. "Stop?"

"Why'd you stop?" He questioned, blinking up at me.

"You said to." I said, looking as if he had completely lost it.

He laughed, rolling us over and brushing his lips over my cheek. "I was afraid you'd stop if I told you what I was thinking."

I laughed at the irony. "Well, now you have to tell me since I apparently stopped on accident."

"Well...I've been...like this in this bed...before," he told me as his mouth left open mouth kisses along my neck, sucking periodically.

"You've had sex here before?" I asked for clarification. He was right about my reaction; libidio decreasing... NOW!

He pulled up looking down at me, almost embarrassed by the confession. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth watching me as he nodded.

I shrugged, trying to blow it off. "Okay."

He let out a breath and released his lip, leaning down to kiss me once, then again."You're better though; you're always best. Mine. Perfect."

I laughed, pulling back. "So what, you get off better when you screw girls in your childhood bed?" I joked dryly.

"No, I just think it's kinda...I dunno, sexy." He shrugged, pulling away a little and looking down at me. "You know...you were the girl I always dreamed about in this bed when I'd think about the future. It's cool that you're finally here."

"I was huh? Did you have ESP as a child?"

"Yup." He stated, overemphasizing the p sound and popping it like he was chewing gum. "You know what I mean; you were always what I wanted, I just didn't know it was youuntil I met you."

"And how did you know it was methen?" I smirked.

"Cause you're the one."

I rolled my eyes, laughing a little. "Fine be vague." I tapped his chest and slid from under him. "I call shower!" I yelled as I left his room shaking my head.

Weird morning indeed.