I woke up to the sound of someone eating.

Loudly.

"MMMMmmmmmMMMMMmmmm"

I recognized Angie's over dramatized food noises almost immediately. This was her way of waking me up.

So subtle.

"Goshhh this is gooood. Too bad Bella's asleep out there. I guess I'll just eat it all myself...NOMMMMMMmmmmmmnommmm foodgasmmm! Oh yeeahhhh..."

I groaned from my spot on the couch. I was having such a good dream too. Edward was here and he -

Oh. Edward was here.

And he kissed me. Wait no...I definitely dreamt that part. Didn't I?

I shot up quickly, feeling my head spin a little. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze from eyes. I was still on the couch, only I was covered in a blanket and there was no Edward to be found.

It had felt so real. I put my hand to my lips, feeling sad and a little confused, not sure what had actually happened and what I had dreamt.

Damn.

Angela appeared from the kitchen with a grin on her face and Esme's cake box open in her hand.

"Mornin' sshunshinne...you look confused."

"Was he- I mean was there...?"

Morning.

Words.

Not functioning.

"He who? Ohhhh Bella were you having a sex dream? No, Robert Downy Jr isn't here. Come back to realityyyyy. Realityyyy...where there is cake to be eaten and hung over friends to entertain ceaselessly. Hung over friends meaning me."

I giggled as she plopped down on the couch next to me and offered me a fork. I always did have a thing for Robert Downy...

"I know you're usually a healthy freak, but I'm here now and I declare that there shall be cake for breakfast. You can run it off after I leave tonight." she winked.

She folded her feet underneath her and sat indian style in front of me. She took a giant forkful of cake and giggled a little before cramming it in her mouth.

"Did you hear anything this morning?" I asked, wondering if maybe she heard Edward leave.

"No I wah out like a ligh. Why? Was somebahee here?"

"I was just - "

She gulped down the bite in her mouth quickly.

"Bella! Did you have that dude James over! Oh you dirty little thing. I thought I smelled the scent of man this morning."

"No! Not James!"

"But there was someone here wasn't there?" she looked at me expectantly with a sly smile before taking another bite. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes.

"Edward."

Angela's mouth dropped open, revealing a lovely, masticated bit of carrot cake. She looked at me wide eyed, disbelieving.

"He showed up last night after you passed out. Said Alice sent him to check on me. He ended up staying for a little while. I must have fallen asleep. I didn't even hear him leave..."

"I didn't hear anything this morning either. You had that hot piece in here last night? And you didn't climb him like a tree? Your self control astounds me."

We laughed out loud, the two of us snorting and giggling. This was why I loved Ang most. She could always make me laugh.

After putting a good sized dent in our carrot cake, the two of us got dressed and headed down stairs. Ang was going to help me out in the shop for a bit before she had to leave tonight. She lived about an hour away. She worked for an interior design firm in Collinstown.

The shop wasn't busy today so we had plenty of time to goof around. We cleaned out the coolers and re-potted a few flowers. When the dirty work was done we were able to hang out and catch up. She told me hysterical stories from her friends at work and bitched about her boss. I secretly hoped she would find a firm in Riverdale so she could move here and I wouldn't miss her so much when she was gone.

It was around two in the afternoon when the shop bell sounded and Jake walked in. Her came right over to the front desk and scooped us both up in a hug.

"Put me down you...you big ape!" Angela squealed.

Jake laughed and lowered us back to the floor. "Ang! I missed you!"

"I missed you too, ya lug. My god dude, your biceps are like fuckin dinner plates. Chill with the roids man."

Jake gasped and put a hand to his chest. "You cut me deep, Ang. These babies are all natural..."

I worked on a new arrangement for the front windows while the three of us caught up a bit. In the middle of it, Angela jumped to her feet suddenly.

"Guys! My pants are vibrating." she searched her pockets and checked her phone. "Shit, it's Garrett!"

She took a deep breath and flipped her hair, adjusted her boobs and fixed her shirt.

"He can't see you, you know...It's a phone call..." said Jake.

"Quiet, neanderthal. Don't ruin my sexy."

I was holding my breath trying not to laugh when she answered the phone with the most normal 'hello' she could manage. She disappeared into the back room to continue her conversation, winking at me as she left.

"How's it going with you Bells? You seem quiet today."

"I think maybe I'm just tired...I don't know. I slipped up with my meds..."

"What? Bella, you know you can't do that shit..."

"I know, Iknow, okay? I honestly don't know what happened, I just...had a lot on my mind and slipped up. It hit me last night when we were out at Eclipse."

"Did you panic?"

"Yes."

"Was it bad?"

"Almost."

He let out a heavy sigh. "It's a good thing Ang was with you. Please, please don't forget them. It's so unlike you."

"I won't! You know how good I am about it. I just...I don't know. Don't tell Charlie."

He nodded once, still looking disappointed with me.

Angela popped out of the back.

"Well it looks like I'm stayin one more night B, cause this lady's got a date tonight." she said triumphantly, pointing to herself.

"That's great Ang! Where is he taking you?"

"I don't know really, he said he would come pick me up here at seven and take me to dinner and a movie. A good old fashioned date." she said with a grin. "Is that okay, Bells? I don't wanna leave you alone tonight but I don't know when I'll see him next...assuming this date will be as amazing as his ass."

"It's fine," I laughed. "Besides I gotta catch up on some orders so I'll be stayin in tonight. Jake you wanna stay for dinner?"

"I wish I could, Bells. I promised Leah I'd take her out for dinner tonight. She's had a rough couple weeks at work. I gotta treat my lady."

"Well tell her I said hello!"

"I will, I promise." he laughed.

He got up and gave Ang a squeeze and me a kiss on the forehead.

"Guard your carnal treasure, Angela." he said in his dad voice.

"Har Har, Moby dick."

It looked like I was flying solo tonight.

I hadn't been able to stop thinking about my night with Edward all day. I kept replaying it all in my head. There was so much more I wanted to know. Last night I had given up trying to define whatever it was between us. He had looked just as exhausted as I felt. He offered to be acquaintances and I took him up on it. I knew he would come to know me in his own time. Acquaintance was a good place to start.

But I could already tell he was so much more to me than that.

I wondered when he left if he was as happy as I was last night. Or if maybe he had second thoughts and decided to just disappear for a while. I couldn't be sure. I was anxious. Wondering when I would see him again.

We closed up shop at five. One thing about Angela was that she was so willing to just roll with the punches, we could be doing anything and she'd be just as hysterical and happy and entertaining as always. She helped me make some beautiful paper leaves for some halloween garland inside the store. We got bored and decided to decorate. We had some good sales in the earlier hours and a couple orders came in around four. All in all it was a successful day for the shop.

I followed my bouncing best friend up the stairs to the apartment.

"I gotta find the perfect thing to wear..."

"Well feel free to raid my closet if you want. I got some shoes that might work too." I offered.

She squealed and headed off in the direction of my room.

I was losing steam pretty fast. I took my evening meds and put on a kettle of water for tea. I let my nose warm up as I stood close to the stove, feeling the heat rise and the water begin to hum. I kept a smile on my face for Angela as she came in and out of the bedroom in various outfits. She looked amazing in everything she put on.

I could feel myself settling into a bit of a lonely mood. I didn't want to feel lousy, I just did. And I was unsure of how Edward felt. Would he want to see me again?

In times like these I made it a ritual to cook something delicious for myself. I liked to focus on the task of making food instead of whatever it was that was bothering me. I searched my cupboards and my fridge, pulling out ingredients I thought my might work well. Soon I was dicing zuccini and tomatoes, garlic and herbs from my window sill garden. I had to use them up before it got too cold.

I had a pot of boiling water and whole wheat pasta waiting to be cooked.

"Good Christ on a bike...what smells so amazing?"

"Just some pasta and veggies I guess."

Angela emerged from the bedroom, done up perfectly for her date. She looked all...glowy.

And she was about to drool over my food.

"Hey hey now...you are about to go get some free food and some ass so leave my zuccini alone, you.."

"You're right, you're right. How do you I look?"

"Fantastic. I'd take you home." I said with a wink. She laughed and gave me a cat purr.

"Are you sure you're okay Bells?"

I put on my most convincing face and said, "Of course."

I heard the intercom buzz. Someone was at my door. We both grinned at each other. I went to the intercom and pushed the button.

"She'll be right down!" I said in sing song, giggling at Angela as she did a once over in the mirror and pushed her boobs upwards.

"Get get em, tiger." I winked. She kissed my cheek and took off down the stairs and out the door. I went to the window to peek down. Garrett was looking very handsome tonight. He lit up as soon as Angela appeared.

I smiled to myself and returned to my spot in front of the kitchen table, throwing my vegetables into the hot pan with the olive oil and garlic, basil and rosemary.

When my food was ready I poured my dinner into a round ceramic bowl, grabbed my favorite fork and made my way to the couch. On my laptop I finished the days order sheet while I scarfed down my food. It was so. Freaking. Good.

My apartment was too quiet. I sighed as I closed my computer and set my dish on the coffee table in front of me. I was bored. I was alone. I poured myself some tea and took a deep breath, listening to the clock in the hallway tick.

I ran through my collection of dvds until I decided I'd watch a couple season episodes of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Comedies were good for lonely people right?

I popped in the dvd and and went back to the couch, flopping down unceremoniously on the same side Edward had been just the night before.

I felt something poke my hip as I tried to get comfortable.

What the...

It was a dark, black, leather wallet.

Wasthis....?

I flipped it open. Yep. Sure enough Edward Masen was looking up at me. Flawless even in his license mugshot.

I must have gotten wedged here last night. Did we both fall asleep? Or did I pass out and he just left awkwardly? God I hope not.

My fingers traced the seam of his wallet. Was it wrong to poke around a little? Would he come back for it or should I take it to him?

I fought with myself for a moment, but my curiosity got the best of me. I opened his wallet and looked around. He had about seven dollars and some change, a couple credit cards, some stamps. There was a coupon for the hardware store, some blue paper clips in the change pocket. An old library card and some old receipts.

There was also a small, silver key tucked behind his cards.

Sticking out behind his license was a worn edge of a photograph. I was very gentle, trying not to tear the edge as I pulled it out.

It was a woman in the little photo, smiling up at me. She was unmistakably related to Edward. Those amazing, intense green eyes were mirrored here in the picture. She had deep red, wild hair. She was beautiful. She was young. I turned over her the picture to find a scribble in cursive.

Elizabeth,1989.

Was this Edward's mother? He would have only been a few years old at this time.

I suddenly felt horrible for snooping. I gently put back the photo and closed the wallet. I warred with myself for a few minutes. Should I take this to him?

I looked around my empty apartment. It was only 8:30. Ang wouldn't be home for a few hours. I had absolutely nothing to do.

And acquaintance would certainly deliver a missing wallet.

Okay, okay. I'm going.

I fixed my hair in the bathroom mirror, weaving it into a quick fishtail braid. My wavy, unruly hair still managed to fall in a few wispy pieces around my face. I didn't bother fixing it. I grabbed my jacket, a thick wool scarf and my keys before I headed down stairs and went out the back door, locking it behind me. I tucked Edward's wallet inside my jacket pocket.

It was definitely chilly out. I wrapped my scarf in a giant bundle around my neck. I grabbed my bike and took off in the direction of the trail I'd met Bosley on. I could remember my way to his house from there right?

The wind picked up as I sped off on my bike, making good time to the trail head. Instead of chaining it, I took it down the path, careful to watch for roots and large rocks. Just as I had the other morning, I saw the river come into view across the long stretch of beach.

Suddenly I felt a large rain drop splat against my cheek.

Shit.Shit,shit,shit.

I pedaled harder, willing the rain away. I kept my mouth tucked under my scarf, saying silent prayers that I wouldn't get stuck in a downpour. I couldn't get sick.

10 minutes later it was falling harder, my hair was soaked and plaster to my face, I could feel dampness begin to seep through my jacket. Shit!

Why was I so stupid? Somehow, whenever Edward was on my mind, I lost all logical thought.

I noticed a light up ahead, a faint glow from the windows of Edward's cottage.

Thank God.

My chin quivered with the cold as I took the path around the boulder ridden shore Bosely had led me through. I jumped off my bike as my wheels hit the beach and ran with it all the way up to Edward's front porch. I leaned it against the rails before climbing up his front steps to get out of he rain and under the awning.

I checked myself out in the window's reflection. I was a hot mess. I pulled the hair band from my wet, ruined braid and wrung it out, It was already beginning to curl again. I wiped the mascara from under my eyes quickly and tried my hardest not to shake.

I could hear Bosley barking inside as I stepped over some creaky porch floor boards to knock on the door.

I could hear Edward's muffled voice from behind the door.

"Alright, alright, Bosely. I got it..."

I winced as light poured out of his door way the moment he opened it.

"Bella?" he sounded completely shocked.

I blinked a few times before I could look at him.

GoodGod.

He stood before me shirtless, wearing a pair of flannel plaid pajama pants that hung oh so low on his hips. His chest was thing to behold in itself. He was lean and toned, his broad shoulders chiseled in the most perfect way. The line of his hips cut in towards his groin in a v-shape. He didn't have much hair apart from the thin trail of dark from his belly button downward. He was built perfectly - not too much mass, but just enough. I wanted those arms around me as soon as I saw them. I got a full view of his tattoo now...lilies. I remembered him standing in front of the ones in my shop the very first time I saw him. As I stared I noticed a long, thin scar running across his side. I wondered how he got it. His eyes were wide as he looked me over, concerned and utterly surprised by my arrival at his door step.

I felt a water droplet drip from my nose and my chin was still shaking.

Before I could say anything, Edward was dragging me inside.

"Shit, you're soaked."

He was yanking on the arm of my jacket, trying to get it off me. He looked...worried. And a little frantic. Bosley was fidgeting anxiously in the door way.

"Stay there, Bos." Edward instructed.

"I'm sorry, I d-don't want to get your floor all wet."

"I don't give a fuck about the floor." Suddenly I he put his hand up to my cheek. I froze for a moment, looking up at him. Every time he even came close to touching me, I felt my body hum with new energy, just like it was now. His eyes met mine and became softer. "You're freezing cold, Bella. What are you doing here?"

I reached for my jacket and dug into the pocket, pulling out his wallet.

"You left it. It must have fallen out of your pocket, it was in between my couch cushions."

He took it from me slowly.

"Thanks, I uh...I didn't know I left it. I've been asleep most of the day. I would have come and gotten it. You didn't have to come."

"Oh." I looked down. He didn't want me here...?

"No, I mean...I'm glad you did." he corrected himself. He stared at me softly, looking me over. "I'm glad you're here."

A small, crooked smile graced his lips.

"What are acquaintances for?" I replied with a cheeky grin.

I could feel my teeth chattering. Edward noticed too.

"Come on, lets get you warmed up." He showed me the to the downstairs bathroom. Bosley followe behind us, giving me one happy bark hello.

"I'll go see if I can find some clothes for you and we can put yours in the dryer." he said hurriedly. "I'll be right back."

I watched him disappear up the stairs. As he turned his back, I noticed the scar from his side continued onto his back, which had its own set of scars. One large one on the shoulder that wasn't tattooed, and a few smaller ones on the other side of his lower back.

Whathappenedtoyou,Edward? I placed my hand over my own scar, feeling humbled for a moment. I wasn't the only one with scars, and neither was he. It was something we shared. Each one connected to a memory. The mystery surrounding Edward just became more and more ... what was the word he used?

Complicated.

Bosley came and nuzzled my hand.

"Hey there, stranger."

I knelt down and gave him a good rub and kiss on the head. He licked my cheek and wagged his tail. God he was cute.

I heard Edward's foot steps upstairs. He seemed to be pacing. Drawers closed, it sounded like a closet opened, another drawer closed...

Finally his steps came down the stairs and he reappeared before me. This time with a shirt on. A long sleeved, comfy looking grey thermal.

He looked around for a moment until he spotted me on the floor with Bosley.

"So, I'm pretty sure all of these will be fucking gigantic on you, but at least they are dry." he said as he walked towards me. I rose from the floor and took the pile of clothes he offered me.

"Thank you, Edward. I really mean it."

And I did. He didn't know it, but he was probably saving my life right now. The sooner I got into dry clothes and warmed my feet up, the less of a chance I had at getting sick.

He nodded once and shrugged, putting his head down to look at Bosley. His ears were turning pink.

"Come on, Bos. Let Bella get dressed." he looked up at me. "I'll be over in the living room when you're done. It's just past the kitchen.

His eyes trailed down my body once before he turned to leave. The need to kiss him was overwhelming.

GetittogetherBella....

I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

I shut the bathroom door behind me, feeling the chill seeping into my bones. I got out of my wet clothes as fast as I could, running the hot water in the sink to warm my hands and feet, my neck and chest.

Edward gave me a rather large, but perfectly comfortable pair of sweat pants and a dark navy basketball sweater. Luckily my underwear was still dry enough to leave on. It was my top half and the bottoms of my jeans that were soaked most.

I decided I had a good reason to be nosy and opened up the mirror medicine cabinet. I took deep breaths as I poked around, breathing in the steam from the hot water running in the sink. I cheered silently to myself as I found a bottle of Emergen-C. Thank you, Jesus.

I popped the little vitamin pill and put the cap on the bottle, placing it back on the shelf. My eyes scanned the other contents of the cabinet. Some vitamins, aftershave, nail clippers. Pretty standard.

I kept breathing in the steam, lowering my face to the sink. I ran the warm water over my hands and even dipped my feet in, trying to warm those toes. I dried off with a clean towel and slipped on a pair of wool socks Edward had left for me. I'd be fine in no time.

I wiped the fog from the mirror and looked myself over. I wasn't half bad anymore. I ran my hands through my hair once or twice, pleased with the way it was starting to curl and wave. My cheeks and nose were pink from the cold. I wiped a little left over mascara off from under my eyes. There.

I bundled up my wet clothes and opened the bathroom door. I had to stop to tie the drawstring on Edward's sweat pants. Acquaintances didn't show each other their underwear.

I entered the living room to find Edward stoking wood in a beautiful brick stone fireplace. Bosley was curled up on the couch facing the fire until he heard me come in. He perked up and his tail began to wag again, the jingle of his collar catching Edward's attention.

"Oh, I'll take those." he said. He looked so cozy in his thermal and flannel all I could think about was how badly I wanted him to be holding me. He came over and took my wet clothes from me, taking them into another room and disappearing to put them in the dryer.

I found a spot on the couch next to Bosley. He scooted himself right over and put his head in my lap.

I heard Edward re-enter the room.

"So, I'm out of coffee...but - I do have hot chocolate." he said, looking down at me with a smug look, like nothing was more bad ass than hot chocolate.

I laughed. "With marshmallows?"

He feigned shock. "Is that even a question?" I followed him into his kitchen, immediately recognizing how much happier the mood was in comparison to the last time I was here.

He turned on the water and placed two mugs on the counter, tossing me a packet of cocoa mix. It was the kind that came with those little dried marshmallows.

"Oh mini marshmallows, perfect." I smiled.

"Oh no. Not quite." he reached up into the top shelf of the cupboard by the stove and pulled down a large glass jar, filled to the brim with real, puffy, mini marshmallows.

He placed them on the counter with a thud.

"Now it's perfect."

"You and your sugar..."

He shrugged and turned up the heat on the stove, willing the water to boil faster.

"What time did you leave this morning? I didn't hear you go." I said. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you."

He froze for only a moment.

"Uh...I think it was around five. Don't feel bad, I think I passed out too. I didn't wake up your friend when I left did I?"

"Oh Angela? No, she was pretty drunk last night. She didn't hear a thing."

Outside thunder cracked loudly, making me jump. Bosley started to whine and came in from the living room, seeking shelter right between Edward's knees.

"It's alright bud...it's alright..."

Something about watching Edward with Bosley made me melt a little inside.

"I pulled your bike in under the porch so it can dry off a bit. I still can't believe you rode that thing here."

"Well I didn't know how to get to your house any other way. I only remembered the way Bosley brought me. And I didn't know it would rain. I feel silly now..."

Edward bent down to rub Bosley's ears once before the kettle started to whistle. He pulled it off the stove top and poured water into our mugs, presenting me with a spoon for stirring.

I noticed he didn't tell me how to get to his house by car. Did he not want me to know the way? Did he not want me to come back? Maybe he liked to be left alone.

I stirred my hot chocolate to the perfect consistency before adding the packet of mini marshmallows. Edward popped the lid on the jar of real marshmallows and offered me first grab. I took a few and plopped them into my mug.

"Weak. Just...weak." he said, looking down at my mug. I started laughing out loud when he grabbed a heaping handful of marshmallows and piled them on top of his hot chocolate, making himself a floating mountain of white fluffy sugar.

He leaned on the counter top with both elbows, curling his hands around the warm cup and taking a marshmallow bite with his teeth right from the top, making me giggle even more.

He smirked up at me and reached into the jar for more, plopping a larger handful on top of my mug.

Mini marshmallows toppled over the edge and onto the counter. I flicked one at him, nailing him right in between the eyes.

He looked up at me with a mischievous grin. I was in trouble.

A mini marshmallow war broke out between us, and soon we were dodging marshmallow bullets and giggling like idiots. Bosley was barking happily.

"Bosley, get Bella! Get her!" Edward laughed.

The big old puppy came trouncing over to me ready to cover me with kisses. I was hiding behind the little island, Edward was trying to pelt me with marshmallows from the other side.

Sloppy puppy kisses were the final straw.

"Okay okay! I surrender."

"I knew you would eventually..." Edward said smugly from the other side. We were both laughing and trying to catching our breath. My back was against the island and I could feel him sit down against the other side.

"Eh...I'll get you back another day."

I heard him chuckle from the other side.

With a fizzling sound, the lights suddenly went out.

"Ah shit." came Edward's voice.

Neither of us made to move from our spots. My eyes tried to adjust as I blinked and looked into the dark. My ears were alert, listening for Edward in the dark. The lack of light had made the mood suddenly shift. It was cold. The only light was a dim flickering of the fire place from the other room.

"Bella?" his voice sounded softer, more serious.

"Hmmm?"

"What happened to you? Last night at the bar."

I swallowed thickly. I wasn't ready to answer that.

"Edward, where did you get the scar on your side? And on your back?"

Silence.

"I guess these aren't exactly acquaintance appropriate questions, are they?" I said. There was no tone in my voice, I was simply stating the facts.

He was still very quiet.

"I guess not."

My chest felt heavy with more confusion. It was clear to me that we wanted to know each other. But something was stopping us both. Secrets, the past, pieces of ourselves we wanted to hide from the other. No one ever made me feel so exposed. And I supposed I did the same to him.

I heard him shift to stand. Soon I saw his figure come around the corner. He reached down a hand to me, helping me up. As I came to my feet, I felt Bosley stick his head against the back of my legs, knocking me forward - smack into Edward's chest.

My socks slipped a little on the hard wood floors and I could feel Edward's arms tighten around me, keeping me from falling.

"S-sorry..."

I felt him chuckle a little, holding onto me just a second longer before stepping away from me.

"Come on." he said, "I won't let you fall."

I felt his warm hand wrap around mine, leading me to the stairs. One step at a time he lead me up to the second floor. I put my hand on his back, feeling him move up the stairs, following his form.

I could see the faint outline of canvases and easels in the room to my left, but couldn't decipher what was on them. Edward steered me in the opposite direction, towards what I assumed was his bedroom. He stopped for a moment in the door way, telling me to wait a minute.

I heard him shuffling around in a closet, cussing a little, trying to find something.

I almost yelped when a light appeared in front of me. He'd found a flashlight.

"Stay here a minute, I'll be right back." he said. He disappeared into the room with the easels. I heard some rustling around, but he was back within a few minutes.

The only light in the room now was the digital blue glow of the clock. It was almost eleven. Thunder cracked outside again and Bosley was between my knees, whimpering. The lighting illuminated the room for split seconds. I could see the bed front of me, the door to the bathroom, an open closet door.

"It's late Bella..."

I felt my nerves perk at the comment. And immediately thought I had overstayed my welcome.

"O-oh...I should be going..."

"Are you fuckin kidding me? I'm not letting you get back on your bike in a thunderstorm. You're at least a half a hours ride away. You're staying here. I'll drive you and your bike back in the morning."

I was surprised, and a little nervous. Staying here...in Edward's house.

"I mean uh... is that...is that okay?" his voice softer now.

"Yes."

"Okay, uh...lemme get you some blankets. You can stay in here, I'll uh...I'll be down on the couch."

"Oh, okay."

I followed the light from his hand and watched him make the bed over. He was kind of adorable, trying to make me comfortable, showing me the bathroom and putting a clean pillow case on for me.

When he was finished, he whistled for Bosley.

"C'mere Bos. Good boy. Lay down." he said. Bosley laid down in the doorway of the bedroom. Edward looked up at me from the door.

"Bosley will stay here tonight. He'll let me know if you need me."

I smiled in the dark, sitting down on the bed.

"Thank you, Edward. For all of this." I said sincerely. We could only just see each other's face.

"Yeah, don't mention it. Youdid bring my wallet back in a rainstorm."

I laughed, leaning back against his very plush, comfortable pillows.

"Good night, Edward."

"Good night, Bella."

I watched the flashlight disappear down the stairs and stared up into the dark. I heard Bosley's collar jingle and almost peed my pants when he suddenly jumped up on the bed, burrowing into my side.

He was a great little bed warmer and soon I felt the comfort of sleep very close to me. And all I could think was how the hell I wound up here. In Edward's bed.

Complicated indeed.

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