I headed back into the house just as my dad came sleepily down the stairs.
"Hey dad." I greeted, using my big oversized sports bag to cover my erection.
"Why are you all wet?" He asked, noticing my wet hair and clingy clothes.
"I went for a night swim."
"That would explain the splashing noise I heard." He replied, heading into the kitchen, opening the fridge for a drink.
"How was the game?"
"We won." I voiced as my father took a sip of his water.
"Good job. I would have been there but work ran late and you know how your mom is, always busy running around doing errands."
"I know dad, its okay. Well, I'm pretty tired. I'm going to take a shower and head to bed. Night." I said heading up the stairs to my room.
"Night son."
I looked at the bite marks on shoulder and smirked.
Who knew Edward could be so physical and passionate?
Watching Edward's body come undone under my touch, hearing him moan my name, feeling his nails claw my back and teeth sink into my flesh was more than enough material to help me get myself off on.
After I finished my shower I searched for something to wear. All of my underwear was dirty; I hadn't had a chance to wash my laundry yet.
My only option was the cartoon pjs of Edward's.
Well, I could have gone naked but I was kind of cold.
I put on the freshly cleaned Sponge Bob pjs and I looked myself over in the mirror. I had to laugh.
The pajama's that looked so eye appealing on Edward made me look like a clown.
Who would have thought I would ever wear such ridiculous looking kiddy pants?