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.
