I was awoken from my peaceful sleep by a door slam. I looked up, and noticed a light in the washroom was on. Quietly, I tried to slide my way out of the bed, but a string of fabric had caught onto my pants. I went in to panic mode, and began to tug at the stupid annoying fabric that was ruining my life at the moment. My breathing had started to quicken, and so did my heart. Once Edward was out of the shower, he would come back in here, and notice me… in his bed, laying there. Oh god, I hastily tugged harder at the thick string, stupid fabric… I hate you with a passion; you stupid idiot, moron, god damn thoughtless-

OH, THANK GOD.

My pants were free! Time for a happy dance! Wait- no time for stupid happy dances, I need to get out of this room, [i]now! [/i] I slipped out from the bed, and just as my toes felt the ground, the bathroom door opened.

Crap.

Freaking-stupid-piece-of-fabric-that-doesn't-know-how-to-freaking-let-go-of-my-stupid-fabric-getting-stuck-on-me-pants!

Oh god, why is this happening? Why is this happening to me? Of all people, they choose me! Me? Come on!? I never did anything wrong in my life! My entire life! Okay, that's a lie… there was that one time where I 'borrowed' Alice's beautiful cashmere sweater for a Christmas party, and spilled red wine all over it. The stain wasn't just one of those little drops of wine that can easily be hidden by a broach or something… It was [i]everywhere! [/i] And there was also that time when a bunch of friends and I went out for drinks after work, and I had specifically ordered a martini, but the waiter was to 'distracted' by the ground sitting next to us, and brought me back a freaking soda… and a crap soda at that too. So innocently, I 'accidentally' switched Roses' drink with my crap soda, and drank hers. She still thinks the waiter messed up her order… Oh, and there was also that time when-

"Bella," Edward interrupted my thoughts. "What are you doing behind the bed?"

Dang it, I'm caught. Should I surrender? No, that'll just show him I'm weak. Should I tell him the truth… that I slept in his bed, for the mere purpose of exhaustion? If I tell him that, the whole who's-going-to-sleep-in-the-ridiculous-heart-shaped-bed, argument will start again. Dang…

"Uh…" I stammered. "Nothing really, just…" I need a good excuse… something like…. Something really good, like…. Oh for crying out loud! I have no idea! But I have to say something, quick Bella, think! "I was just… seeing if your bed was made. You must be exhausted from that long day of work." I faked a smile, nervous he'd see right through me. "I'd thought, you'd want to go to bed straight away…"

"Alright…" He sounded sceptical. "…Did you want to sleep in the bed?"

"Edward!" I nearly shouted. I calmed my voice with a cough, and continued. "I really insist you have the bed. I don't want to come back to this argument."

"Alright," He chuckled. "If you insist…"

"I do." I concluded.

He smiled his crooked smile – GAH! Squeal, fan girl scream, EEP! Oh EM Gee! Everything-a-12-year-old-girl-would-do-if-she-spotted-one-of-the-Jonas-Brothers -, and I stood up to my feet.

Oh.

My.

God!

Edward was [i]not [/i], and let me repeat; [i]not [/i], wearing a shirt. His beautiful glowing chest had lit up the dark room. I could hear my heart beating a billion times faster than it was a minute ago. Wait- Bella, snap out of it… You're his girlfriend! This shouldn't make you squeal like a little girl on Christmas morning. This is completely normal… Okay, at least try and breathe properly.

Cautiously, I walk out of the bedroom not being able to take my eyes off Edward and his beautifulness. I sigh of relief as I excited the room without… completely embarrassing myself. I saw that the couch had already been pulled out, and completely made. I smiled, picturing Edward pulling the covers on top of one another, seeing them land perfectly into place. I grabbed my pyjamas and toothbrush, and headed for the bathroom. Once I finished changing, and brushing my teeth, I headed to the couch.

"Bella," I heard Edwards's voice call from the bedroom.

"Yeah," I asked, walking into the dark room. He was lying down on his bed, the television light, lighting up his face.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" He asked, gesturing towards the television.

I smiled, "Sure." I've had enough sleep too keep myself up a while longer.

He smiled too, and patted a spot next to him. I walked over to the bed, and crawled up beside him. By surprise, one of his hands crawled onto my back, and the other reached the back of my neck. His lips had traveled across my face; my cheeks, nose, eyelids… and had somehow found to reach my lips at the most perfect velocity. He brushed against them lightly, before placing a keen, strong kiss. My lips brushed against his at the right time, our movements timed at perfect pace. His hand had crawled from my back, to meet with the loose strands of my hair. He began to twirl my hair around in his fingers, as I smiled into our kiss. He began giving me little pecks, slowing down our kiss. At last, I gave him one last kiss on his lips, and leaned my head onto his chest.

"What movie would you like, love?" He murmured, still twirling a strand of my hair.

I honestly didn't care. I couldn't stop thinking about him at that moment. "Whatever you like,"

"Alright," He reached for the remote and ordered a random movie.

"How was your day?" I asked. His fingers began brushing against my shoulder.

"I couldn't concentrate…" He began. "You were on my mind all day."

I blushed, and intertwined our fingers. We were silent for the rest of the night, enjoying each others company. Hours had passed, and my eyes were getting tired. I closed them, and before I knew it; I was dreaming.