The next morning, like waking up to a bad hang over, I hated myself.

I felt disgust and ill from over-consumption from the night before.

Edward was beside me and stayed the night.

I felt what we did the night before, smelt it in the air and taste it on my lips.

Quickly, I showered and gave myself a new set of clothes.

I wanted to bleach the house and Edward.

Then may be he would be new and clean, ready for me again.

No, that was not going to happen.