His naked body is pressed to mine. I smile and slip out of bed and pad down the hall. The scent of coffee is too appealing to resist. I emerge in the kitchen wearing my old robe. Emma is at the sink and Edward is on the other side of the counter. I feel funny seeing him, but I guess I have to get used to it. He’s Em’s brother. He was around before we were a thing, and he’ll be around after. Besides, nothing could shake this afterglow I’m rocking. Emma hands me a cup. Her lips are curved into a devilish grin, “So, you going to tell me how you started the night with one guy and ended it screaming for a different one to fuck your brains out?” My cheeks burn as I blush. I punch her in the arm and don’t look at Edward. “Emma!” I hiss. Sheepishly, I look up at her and realize that she heard me last night. Mortified, I bury my face in my hands. Emma shoos Edward out and the front door closes before she winks and says, “That’s the way sex is supposed to be—all fireworks and begging for more.”
