I'm mentally and physically exhausted. Sleep finds me easily.
I don't even wake until before dawn.
But when I do, I panic momentarily when I'm trapped under a heavy weight.
Edward.
He stayed all night.
And now he's here, behind me with a leg thrown over mine and his arm tightly around my waist from behind.
The covers are down by our feet but I'm hot and uncomfortable from our body heat.
I'd also really like to pee.
I have to use both my legs to push his off of me and then wiggle down out of his embrace.
"I'm awake, you know," Edward grumbles, rolling over so he's face down in the pillow.
"Sorry. I was trying not to wake you," I apologize.
"Mmph."
"Edward?"
His breathing evens out and I know he's already back asleep.
When I'm out of the bathroom, I don't know what to do.
With Paul I only ever spent the night if it was late and we both passed out. I'd always leave early in the morning before he woke up because he would have kicked me out anyways.
Even then there was definitely no cuddling by either of us.
Instead of further debating it, I just go with what I want.
When Edward wakes up again, I know this will all be just because of him pitying me and nothing else.
I crawl back into bed and face him.
He looks so peaceful.
I close my eyes and allow myself a few more hours of blissful ignorance.
One more later.