I woke before he did. The first thing that registered that I had a monster headache. I let out a small moan and put a hand to my head, then winced when I felt the cut on my head, which was now neatly covered with a band aid.

The next thing I noticed- well, realized actually, was the events that happened the previous night. I totally spazzed in public. Crap. Edward must think I'm a total nutcase now. Maybe he's sending me to a loony bin. I wouldn't be surprised. Maybe I belonged there, with the rest of the freaks.

But it took me until I realized that my head was moving up and down slowly for some reason to remember the events that followed after we left the restaurant:

It was so dark. He kept touching me. I tried to scream but to no avail. I was frozen. Just a statue. Suddenly, the whole room shook. Like an earthquake, only not. It was like…a wave of calm. I almost stopped trying to scream. Then it happened again. Then again. Then it didn't stop. The calm washed over me and I stopped screaming, unsure of why I wasn't terrified anymore. Strangely enough, the walls around me started fading. Then everything was fading away. Then, I wasn't at that house anymore. I was in the restaurant. Edward was whispering in my ear. Tears came to my eyes. It wasn't real. It was only a hallucination. I was trapped, and he brought me out of it.

I wrapped my ears around him and he pulled me close, allowing me in and all my pathetic-ness to cry into him in public. Then he started humming to be. A sweet tune that went into my head and calmed my thoughts. It was a familiar tune…I remember when…Tears came to my eyes at the realization of the familiarity of the song. I buried my head into his chest, and just listened to the tune that brought me back to happier days.

The rest came in glimpses. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, but went by too fast. I remember feeling the cold air of outside, and then the warm heater in the car as we drove to his house. He said something to me on the ride home, but it was all a blur. I remember he put a band aid on the cut I got, and then…ohmygod. My head turned slowly and I finally remembered that I was snuggling into him. My head was gently resting against Edward. Fucking. Cullen.

I momentarily forgot my shock at the sight of the sleeping face of the sleeping figure. It was so peaceful. There was no annoying crease on his forehead, due to the worried look he always gave me. His lips weren't pursed like they almost always were a sign of him trying to think of the right way to say things so that I wouldn't burst into tears or something. Well, crap. I guess that was all out the window now due to last night's events.

I reached out and brushed a few hairs from his forehead. His arm was around me gently, so I moved slowly to not wake him up. He let out a little whimper in his sleep and my mouth twitched upwards into a small smile before I even realized it. What was I doing? My hand moved away from his face.

He woke about an hour after I did. I looked up at him and our eyes met. There was a look of tenderness for a second, followed by a look of embarrassment. His cheeks blushed and I couldn't help but smile a little bit.

"Are you ok?" Was the first thing he asked me, followed by a yawn.

"I'm fine." I lied.

"I'll make breakfast today," He said softly, his eyes looking to the band aid on my forehead. His brow crinkled in worry and I had the strange urge to move my hands over it to smooth it out, like my hand was some kind or forehead iron. Thought I felt bad for making him cook, I couldn't really protest. I had a huge head ache and my throat was sore from screaming so much last night.

He closed his eyes again sleepily, and I thought he was going to fall back asleep. That's when I remembered his arm was around me. "Um, Edward…" I said softly. His green eyes opened back up and met my gaze.

I forgot what I was going to say then. We just stared at each other. I wasn't sure what the look in his eyes was, but I hoped it was good. It was soft and sort of warm. And….just short of amazing.

"Well, well, well. Are we interrupting something?" I jumped as there was another voice. Both of our heads whipped to the doorway to my room where the voice came from.

And standing there was this short little shrimpy girl with a smirk on, and a taller, calm looking man who was holding her hand. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. Just what were they interrupting?