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The Best I've Ever Had

"Tell us."

"No."

"Tell us."

"No."

"Tell us."

"No."

"Tell us!"

"Okay!"

"Really?"

"No."

Sometimes, I just like messing with Alice.

"C'mon, Bella. You have to tell us who it is," she insists.

I look at her and roll my eyes. "No, I really don't."

"You're such a killjoy. You never talk about guys or sex, and then you say

something like this and won't tell us who it was with? That's just bitchy," Rosalie

tells me. "You're being a total prude."

"Why am I friends with you? You just called me a killjoy, bitch and prude in the

span of fifteen seconds." With friends like these, who needs self esteem?

"Tell us."

"Oh my god, guys, no!" I say, exasperated. "I can't believe I was dumb enough

to even mention it."

"Well, you were dumb enough," Rose says. God, she's just so wonderful. "So just

give us a name, and we'll stop bugging you."

"I'm not going to tell you," I repeat.

"Tell who what?" Emmett asks, joining us on the couch. There's a prolonged

moment of unease when he looks like he's heading for the free seat next to

Rosalie as if by instinct, then realizes that they're no longer dating and sits down

next to Alice instead.

"Nothing," I reply quickly. "It's nothing."

"What's nothing?" Jasper pipes in as he sits down next to Alice. Behind him I see

Edward enter the coffee shop and grab his drink, before heading over to our

table.

Shit.

Crap.

Shit crap.

I need to change the subject. Now. I need to think of something riveting and

juicy that'll get their attention and make them forget all about my mystery man.

"Did you know that mama birds vomit up their food because baby birds can't

handle eating something that's not already been digested?"

That's not it.

Emmett makes a face at me, but it's Edward, piping up from behind me, who

says what everyone is thinking. "What the fuck are you talking about, Bella?" He

sits down next to his sister with a bright pink coffee cup—apparently, the coffee

shop hasn't gone back to their regular ones, even though Valentines' Day was

yesterday—as he says hi to the others.

"She's deflecting," Rose tells him, arching an eyebrow in challenge to me. I swear

to God, if I didn't know she didn't know, I'd think she knew. And of all people that

shouldn't know, it's Rose because I don't think she'd be pleased to know that this

conversation is actually about her brother.

"Deflecting from what?" Edward asks.

Oh God.

I see it happening in slow motion, the words leaving Alice's mouth like a car

skidding and screeching on the brakes, trying not to hit anything.

"Bella told us she had the best sex of her life two days ago but won't tell us who

it was with."

I wish a car would hit me right now.

"Actually, it's 'whom'," Jasper corrects.

"Shut up, Jasper," Emmett says.

Edward turns to me, his green eyes bright and blazing, and it reminds me of the

look he had as I took my shirt off that night. My stomach twists, and the feeling

is not as unpleasant as it sounds.

And then he smirks and looks more like what he actually is: the smuggest

bastard on the planet. "Really? Really? The best sex of her life, huh?"

"Yeah. She said they did it three times," Rosalie informs him. I want to smack

her. Since she's so readily providing the bitch, it's the least I can do to donate the

slap.

"In one night?" Emmett asks, impressed. "Dude's got game."

Edward looks like the cat that ate the canary. Too bad that canary was, well…

me.

"Dude's got multiple game," Jasper amends.

Alice titters. "That's not that only thing that was multiple—"

"Alright, alright, shut up already," I mutter.

"Edward, do you know who the guy is?" Rose asks, turning to him. "She tells you

everything."

He's so slick an oil spill would slide off him. "No. She told me she slept with

someone but she didn't tell me who he was." He keeps his eyes on me while he

says this and for a moment, it feels like he is on my side—which he should be,

since it's also his side.

"Damn. Come on, Bella, spill."

"You know, she failed to mention that it was the best she ever had," Edward

interrupts, drawling his words out, making sure he has everyone's attention. "But

she did tell me that they did it four times, not three."

"Four? God damn, Bell!" Alice says.

"You mean, Jeze-bell," Jasper jokes lamely and snorts.

"Shut up, Jasper." This time it is Em and Rose in unison and they smile at each

other for a moment before remembering that their break up wasn't amicable and

they are supposed to hate each other now. They quickly plaster their faces with

unconvincing scowls.

"The fourth time was in the morning," I protest.

"Yeah, but you came twice," Edward argues. His eyes widen as he quickly catches

himself and says, "At least, that's what you told me."

"You're such a fucker," I tell him, narrowing my eyes.

He grins, wide and proud. "I am. I really, really am." He pauses before gleefully

adding, "You also told me he had a huge penis."

"What? No, I didn't!"

"Okay, no you didn't, but he must, right?"

I glare at Edward, and Emmett gives him a strange look. "Dude, why do you care

how big his penis was?"

Edward's head darts in Em's direction and he tries to shrug it off. "I don't care… I

just think Bella should give this guy the credit he deserves."

"Four times? Forget credit, she should give him a key to her apartment so he can

come in anytime he wants," Rosalie corrects.

Alice snorts. "He won't be the only one coming."

I love how my friends talk about my sex life like I'm not sitting right here. Not to

mention in public and rather loudly. "Okay, this episode of sex and the shitty is

over, alright guys? New topic."

I think Rose can sense that I'm about to lose it. She's softened from trying to

bulldoze the answer out of me to just slapping me around a bit. "You know we'd

shut up about it if you just told us who he was."

No, you really wouldn't.

As if realizing that if I were to tell them, he'd get as much shit as I am now,

Edward pops in and says, "Whatever, guys. She'll tell us when she wants to tell

us."

I shoot him a grateful smile, and he holds my eyes for a bit longer than he needs

to, a bit longer than he normally does. My stomach flips again.

He has to look away when Rose asks him about what time they're going to drive

upstate to the anniversary party their parents are hosting this weekend. It's only

when our eye contact breaks that it hits me.

This is normally the type of thing you realize the morning after you sleep with

someone you wouldn't normally sleep with, when all the details of his existence,

all the reasons you shouldn't have done what you just did hit you like a bad,

belated hangover.

But the morning after wasn't weird at all. When I woke up for the first time, it

was to his lips and hands. When I woke up for the second time, he was fully

clothed and had made me coffee. Even though it was his apartment, he'd left me

there to go to work with a kiss on my nose, which had made me feel as good as

anything we'd done the previous night, and a 'see you later'.

And later is now.

So I guess it makes a little sense that this is when the full realization of what

happened really crashes down on me.

I slept with Edward.

Edward.

The brother of one of my best friends.

One of my best friends.

I can feel panic welling up in me, but it doesn't feel like regret. It's less what I

have done and more what am I going to do now, maybe mixed in with a

minuscule bit of I wonder if I'll ever get to do it again. It feels like my stomach

and my guts are trying to tango with each other. Whenever I'm like this, I always

fall back on Edward to calm me down, only I can't do that now because Edward is

what is riling me up.

Still, instinct takes over and I look up at him. He frowns and tilts his chin up

slightly, silently asking me what's up. I can do nothing but frown back and shake

my head. He gives me a small smile and surprisingly, it's enough to cheer me up.

"You know…" Emmett begins, during a lull in the conversation. "Maybe Bella won't

tell us who it is because she doesn't know who it is."

I glare at him and slam my fist into an arm.

"Ow!" Jasper yelps.

Unfortunately, Emmett is sitting too far away from me.

"Sorry, Jas. You were the closest."

He gives me a dirty look but says nothing.

"Can we all stop talking about my sex life now?" I ask hotly.

"Fine," Rosalie says. "We just thought you'd want us to appreciate that you

actually have one, for once."

I make a face. "Stop acting like I'm a nun."

Emmett snorts. "I don't think anyone ever thought you were a nun. Just an

antisocial, emotionless uber-bitch."

"That we know and love," adds Alice, as if that'll make me feel better.

Thankfully, the topic changes, but their comments stick with me. As we're all

getting ready to go our separate ways a little later, I tug on the tail of Edward's

plaid shirt, letting the others walk out before us.

"Am I an antisocial, emotionless uber-bitch?" I ask.

He laughs it off. "Not to me."

There. That's all I needed to hear.

—|—

This night is weird, different. It's Valentine's Day Eve, whatever the fuck that is,

and we're at some new bar in a part of a city we rarely go to. It was supposed to

be all of us—but Rose and Em backed out for obvious reasons, then Alice and

Jasper for less obvious ones and now, it's just us.

You and me.

And we're different.

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