One Night Standards

Prologue

"Cullen- uh I mean, Edward? What are you doing on my porch at-" I paused, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Jesus, two in the morning?" He looked bothered, something different about his appearance than usual. Something more... animalistic. His hair is disheveled, eyes almost as dark as coal, his long-sleeve showing the muscles it hides beneath.

"You once said, when we first struck up our peculiar friendship, that if I ever needed anything, I could come by, no matter the hour," Edward recalls, his voice darker than normal.

"Well of course, but I have to ask... Edward, what do you need?"

"I need you," He states, taking a large step forward and placing his hand on the back of my neck, bringing his face merely inches from my own.

I gasp, although before the rational side of my brain, the one yelling at me that this is Bella's boyfriend, the girl that I've been befriending since she moved here, my thoughts are cut off by Edward's lips meeting mine. He shoves me against the front door, effectively closing it, the strength of his push feeling as though it may break it.

"Where's your room?" He grunts out after a moment of heated kissing.

I don't trust my words, so against my better judgment, I take his hand, leading him up the stairs of my empty house and to my bedroom. Thank God my mom took my brother and sister to see Nanna and Pops this weekend and won't be back until tomorrow.

Once we reach my room, he shuts the door and locks it before swiftly turning, throwing me on my bed. He crawls, almost like a predator, on top of me, smirking before he begins to kiss my neck. I moan, and I can feel his smirk grow against my neck as he slowly pulls down my pajama bottoms, sitting up only momentarily to remove his own shirt before pulling mine over my head, reattaching his lips to my now exposed chest.

And the night went further.

Further and hotter than I could have ever imagined.