“Oh, so you'd rather see Jake than have some more fun?” he said, feigning hurt, as I turned to face him with my dirty clothes in hand.

“Oh yes Edward. Like I'd ever pick a dog over you.” I said rolling my eyes, and continuing, “By the way, would it have killed you to tell me that I had nothing to worry about with Tanya?”

His eyes about bugged out of their sockets.

“Tanya? Seriously? She's like fifteen! Why would I need to remind you that I only love you?” he asked with an incredulous tone.

“Um, maybe because she's only fifteen but has the body of an adult woman?” I said, the “duh” hinted in my tone.

“I'm sorry. But to be honest. I tend to prefer brunettes myself. So really. No worries.” he said, smirking that thought-erasing smirk at me.

“Well, I, um. Oh, speaking of not liking anybody but brunettes, you turned down Rosalie?” I almost said instead of asking.

He looked almost shocked that I had brought that up.

“How did you know about that?” he asked, curiously.

“She told me. Today. When we were upstairs. She told me about Royce and why she didn't like me and what Emmett did wrong.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Really? She told you everything? Wow. She's never opened up to someone like that. She must have really felt like she needed to explain things to you.” he said, almost to himself, since he spoke so softly.

I walked toward him and threw my clothes on the bed.

“All I have to say, is the fact that you chose me over Rosalie Hale makes me all kinds of shocked and giddy.” I said, pulling him into a hug.

He pulled away and looked at me with a funny expression.

“Giddy? Really? So should I just go around town, looking for 'hot chicks' and tell you how much I love you more than them, so that I can have my way with you after?” he said, sounding excited.

“Or, I don't know, you could just kiss me and see where that goes.” I said, trying to be flirty and suggestive at the same time.

It worked.

He leaned down and kissed me. It started slowly, but as his hands roamed over my back and slipped under the back of my shirt, the kiss became more fervent and passionate.