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    The Art Of Online Dating

    “Will you stay tonight?” I asked him, a slight blush tinging my cheeks.
    “If you want me to, of course.” He said smiling as he tipped my chin up and gave me a sweet kiss.
    “Thanks.” I said, smiling back.

    Jasper and Rosalie left in Rosalie's car and went back to the apartment. Edward and I got ready for bed, since I had work in the morning.

    I changed into a nice, lacy black nightie with a dangerously low v-neck. (picture in fanfiction profile). Edward borrowed some pajama pants that were a little too big, from Emmett. I walked out of the bathroom and found Edward folding his clothes up at the end of the bed, shirtless. My breathing hitched. When he straightened up, the pajama pants fell dangerously low on his hips, so that I could see the delicious 'V' leading down to his forbidden area. I had to keep myself from drooling.

    When he caught sight of me in the doorway, his eyes glazed over and I blushed at the way his eyes raked over my fairly exposed body. I quickly ran to the bed and threw myself under the covers.

    That seemed to bring him out of his shock and a crooked grin covered his face, as he launched himself on the bed, next to me.

    “Oh, you think you can just do that and get away with it?” he said, his eyes lustful.
    “Do what?” I said, confused as to what he meant and this new, growing emotion in his stare.
    “Hide your beautiful self from me under these blankets!” he said as a devilish grin took over my favorite, crooked one.
    “What are you—“ I was interrupted by him, attacking me.

    I let out a squeal as he jumped on me, so that he was straddling me, and placed sweet kisses all over my face and neck. I started to giggle when he kissed my neck. He pulled back the covers and stopped his assault on my face and looked me over.

    He smiled, “You are too beautiful for your own good.”

    I blushed crimson and he placed one more sweet kiss on my lips as he disentangled himself from me and snuggled into my side. I absentmindedly began rubbing my fingertips up and down his arm.

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