Oh. My. God.
I gasp in realization, my eyes open wide.
Ohmygod!
My eyes squeeze tightly
shut.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!
I fell asleep on Edward’s couch!
No…no, no, no! How in the hell did this happen?
I need to clear my throat of the yucky wake up junk, but I
dare not make a noise. I’d die if he
woke up and saw me in all of my troll doll morning glory.
Hair all…everywhere.
Makeup…surely three
inches south of where I’d originally put it.
Breath…I gingerly lift my hand to cup my mouth and do the
huff-sniff test and…oh…god. Pole cat in heat. I die.
I lie still, breathing as shallowly as possible so I can
listen to the noises around me. Edward’s
behind me, lightly snoring and still spooning me from head to bent knees to
cute socked feet. My precious.
His arm is heavy around my waist, his index finger curled
around one of my belt loops, securing me to him.
Lord. I’m stuck in cuddle jail with a full bladder,
raccoon eyes and skunk breath.
I may not have many things, but I do have stealth. Thank you, Emmett! Finally, our shenanigans have met their pay
day.
Gingerly, I stroke Edward’s hand, coaxing his fingers to
flex to that I can untangle them from the belt loop and carefully place his arm
back down along his side.
Slowly, I reach out and push the coffee table away a little
bit so that I don’t kill myself trying to ninja my ass up off of this couch.
I untangle our feet, lift my head and scoot forward about an
inch.
From behind me, Edward grumbles and then leans his head
forward, nestles his face back into my hair, and takes a deep breath before
settling again.
When I decide it’s okay to breathe again, I quietly slither
off the couch and tip toe into the bathroom, thankfully, unnoticed.
I almost dance in my victory until I realize exactly where I
am. Not just any bathroom…Edward’s bathroom…right next door to his
inner sanctum.
You know when you walk
by Abercrombie in the mall and it’s like they just pump that man smell through the vents, just luring you in with their evilness? I bet it’s just like that.
I decide that a little snooping never killed anyone.
But I need to take care of business first.
After washing my hands and the remnants of yesterday’s make
up off of my face, I borrow his toothbrush to freshen up a bit more because
I’ll be damned if I’m not getting at least one more kiss before I have to get
out of here.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I see dark brown hair
that’s wild from fingers running through it, his this time, not mine. I see big brown eyes that, while I used to
think they were boring, this morning they look bright and happy. And I see lips that are a little darker than
usual, probably left over from a kickass make out session and definitely tingly
from the memory of it.
I’m lost in tender thoughts when the door from Edward’s room
that leads into the bathroom opens.
Oh, forgot about
locking that one.
And there he stands in all his disheveled, just-woke-up
glory; hair standing on end, couch lines on his face and sleepy green eyes.
Now why can’t we all
look like that when we wake up in the
morning?
“You are still
here,” he mumbles, shuffling over to stand behind me at the sink. He wraps one arm around my waist and with his
other hand, moves my hair over my shoulder before leaning in and placing a
sweet kiss right in the crook of my neck, tickling me with his scruff.
“Hmmm…” I sigh.
“Morning, Pretty,” he murmurs against my neck, squeezing me
tight.
“Morning,” I reply, thinking this could have been so
awkward, but it so isn’t.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, green to brown. “I thought you’d left without saying
goodbye.”
“I didn’t mean to stay.”
“Why?” he asks, turning me around to face him properly.
I hug myself to him, inhaling his scent that actually smells
a little more like me than him this morning, making me giddy about what that
meant.
“It’s a little fast, right?
I mean this is still so new and…I just don’t wanna do anything that’ll
mess this up.”
“You’re not,” he promised, but then started to look
worried. “Am I?”
“No! No, no, no. Not at all.”
“You’d tell me, right?
Honesty all the way, no matter what?”
I nod and sigh in complete agreement. That’s definitely something I can do. “No matter what.”
“Good. Now, if you’re
done in here, I need a minute because I don’t wake up all minty fresh unlike some people,” he said, giving me an all-knowing
eye…busted...”and I really would like
a good morning kiss.”
“Is that right?”
He growled, “Go!” and popped me on the butt, causing me to
squeal as he pushed me through the door into his room.
It’s so much nicer than I was expecting for a college
guy. He has an oak platform bed, a
comforter with a denim blue and cream striped pattern covering it, and a
beautiful canvas on the wall of a baseball player at bat, almost in
silhouette. Other than that, it’s pretty
standard; some vintage pennants, a few trophies and worn ball caps, a flat
screen TV and…lots of books and CDs.
“Snoop,” he says right beside my ear, giving me the chills.
“Will I find anything as embarrassing as your Cosmo
collection in here?”
“Not funny. Now, how
‘bout that kiss?”
Lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger, he lowers
his lips to meet mine. What starts like
it did the night before-slow and tender-quickly becomes more desperate and
pleading.
Edward’s hands slide across my shoulders, down my ribcage
and over my waist, finally settling on my hips with a grip that pulls me nearer
to him. My blood is like liquid fire
coursing through my veins, lighting me up from the inside out as we kiss and
hold each other chest to chest, touching all the way down to our hips and
thighs.
Gah, this man! I can feel…things…are getting a little overheated-and not just him-so I begin to slow our kisses, pulling back,
trailing sweet pecks down his neck to his collarbone.
I slide my hands from his hair down to his chest where I can
feel that his heart is beating almost as fast as mine as we try to catch our
breath.
“Well,” he croaked, causing me to giggle. “Shut it.
Don’t kill my buzz right before the big game.”
“Oh, gosh! What time
is it? I totally forgot about that! You aren’t late are you?”
“No. It’s only a
little after nine and the game isn’t until two.
But the Booster Club is going to provide an early lunch for us before
the game so we have to meet at eleven.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Nah. Not at this
point. Just excited. I’m always full of adrenaline on opening
day.”
“Well, I’m looking forward to watching you play.”
“I’m looking forward to watching you watching me. You sitting
with the girls?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Good. Oh, that
reminds me,” he trails off and releases me, walking into his closet.
“Here,” he said shyly, biting his lip and handing over what
looked like a folded sweatshirt.
When I unfold it, it looks like the same red hoodie that
Lucy had been wearing the night I saw them at the batting cages.
On the front was our school’s logo and on the back was the
name CULLEN across the top in black
athletic letters and the number 17 centered
below it.
I gasp and look up at him in total shock.
“You…you want me to wear this?”
“Not just that. I
want you to keep it. You’re mine now, right?”
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