I took a deep gulp, feeling my cheeks fill up with color. It was my turn to be embarrassed for a change.

I moved slowly over to the bed trying to read Edward's facial expression. It was hard to tell what he was feeling. I wasn't sure if he was just curious, pissed off, scared or thrilled at the thought I kept his dorky pajama pants.

"Umm…well, I was going to toss them out but I grew attach to them. It didn't seem right to get rid of something that represented a part of who you are or were, and I like having something of yours." I confessed, as I took a seat at the edge of my bed, wary of his reaction.

Edward raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. A small smile met his lips.

"That's a little perverted, don't you think?" He teased, as he eyes flashed back and forth between the clothing in his hands and me.

"Well, if you think that's perverted, wait till you hear what I did with them." I joked, giving a light snicker at the horrid look that filled his face, before he dropped the pants on the ground, trying to rub his hands clean.

"Here, for your hands and umm…" I stated, gesturing towards his private parts as I handed him the wet cloth.

He blushed lightly taking the rag to help clean him off with.

"You know, maybe if you had something of mine, it wouldn't seem so strange. Me keeping the pants I mean."

"Like what?" Edward asked, not sure where I was going with this.

"What is something of mine, that you wouldn't mind holding onto for a while?"

Edward blushed a bright red and bit his lower lip eyeing my closet.

"Tell me." I demanded through a smirk.

"Umm…your soccer shorts."

I had to laugh out loud; he was too cute for words.

"You want my sports shorts, well then how am I going to play soccer, should I go shortless?" I amused.

"You asked." Edward said with a shrug.

"Well, I guess I could buy another pair, they are getting a little rundown. Okay, you can have them. But you have to promise to take good care of them; don't let anyone else have them." I claimed before going to my closet and grabbing my freshly cleaned soccer shorts off the hanger, handing them to Edward.

"I won't, I promise." He said before neatly folding the shorts in his hands.

"So, are you going to spend the night or do you have to go home?" I asked carefully.

Edward's eyed bugged out.

"Uhh…spend the night? As in, sleep in the same bed all night?"

"Yeah." I breathed huskily in Edward's ear before giving it a light nibble.

He groaned in response and sunk in back in my bed.

I slid a hand down his covered stomach towards his dick when he suddenly my mom's voice filled the air.

"Jasper, Alice is on the phone!" My mom called out from the hallway.

Edward quickly jumped up out of my bed and grabbed his jeans.

"Okay mom, I'll take it downstairs!"

"What's wrong?" I asked seeing Edward's panic.

"I have to go, she is probably wondering where I am. I don't want her to know I'm here."

I frowned at the news and let out a sigh as Edward finish getting dress.

He was about to head out the door when I grabbed his hand yanking him back.

"Don't forget your gift." I said, giving him my soccer shorts.

"Thanks." He mumbled embarrassed, trying to shove the shorts into his pocket before heading out my room.