The smell of Edward was still fresh on his SpongeBob pajama bottoms. I initially had every intention of throwing the cartoon pants out but I just couldn't part with them. The more I held on to them the more I felt like I was I holding onto a piece of Edward, it was as if he was with me in spirit.
I took a deep inhale of his manly scent left behind and moaned as I brought a hand down to work on my straining erection, imagining Edward was with me at that moment, as if it was his hand giving me pleasure instead of my own. It didn't take long for me to loose myself and come undone.
After I cleaned myself up and got ready for bed, I grabbed Edward's SpongeBob pant bottoms holding them against my chest as if I was holding a cherished stuffed animal and drifted off to sleep, imaging it was Edward pressed up against my chest instead of a piece of his clothing.