I wake the next morning with a start. I'd had an absolutely amazing dream. I'm snuggled up in my bed on my side. I close my eyes, trying to sink back into the dream. I'm halfway back into unconsciousness when something flops over and whacks me on the shoulder. "Huh?" I say, waking up with a start. I sit up quickly and squint in the darkness.
It's Ed, sprawled out on the bed and snoring softly.
OH.
Everything from yesterday comes crashing back into my head, and I feel heat rushing into my cheeks. I pull up the covers and look down at myself. Geez. I'm still not wearing anything.
I'm feeling somewhat embarrassed, but the more I stop to think about it, the more ecstatic I feel. A big grin makes its way onto my face, and I let out a giggle. I barely suppress an urge to stand up on the bed and dance a freaking jig.
Ed stirs. Whoops. I was mentally celebrating too hard. My eyes are semi adjusted now, and I see him peer sleepily up at me. He smiles, grabs my arm, and pulls me gently back down to face him. He wraps an arm around me, holds me close, and closes his eyes. Cuddled up next to him like that, it's hard not to fall asleep as well.
***
A few hours later, I'm guessing, I'm woken up yet again to an obnoxious noise. I groan and ignore it. The sound persists, however. "Will you shut that thing up?" I hear Ed mutter a few seconds later.
I realize what the sound is. It's my phone, and it's Risa's ringtone. "Ugh." I throw off the covers, get up off of the bed, and make my way grumpily to the door.
Aaaand I'm still naked. I turn back to look at Ed, who immediately looks away from me, hiding a smirk. I shake my head, immediately self conscious, and walk into the living room. My phone is laying on the end table where we'd forgotten it, and it's gone silent by now. I pick it up. 2 unread messages and one missed call from Risa. "Yo, I'm coming home in an hour," the first one reads. The second one says, "Please please PLEASE be decent when I get there, there are certain parts of you two I'd rather you keep to yourselves." They're from about thirty minutes ago.
I roll my eyes and send back a quick "k."
I eye the living room warily. Various items of clothing are scattered around on the ground. I snicker and begin putting my clothes back on. I stop once I have my bra and underwear on; I don't want to wear the same clothes as yesterday. I grab the sweater and leggings, though, as well as Ed's stuff, and take them all in a big heap to the bedroom. I dump them at the foot of the bed and walk over to my dresser.
"What are those?" Ed asks, his voice still showing traces of the huskiness all tired men seem to have.
"Your clothes, babe," I answer, amused. "Risa'll be here soon, so you'd probably better put them on." I hear him sigh, and the bed creaks as he sits up.
I pull on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. Nothing fancy; it's not like I need to play anything up anymore.
Ed is laughing behind me. I turn around defensively, only to find him holding my leggings up to his boxer-clad self.
"Ed, what in the world are you doing?" I ask, trying hard not to laugh.
"I don't think these are gonna fit me, Natalie," he says, chuckling.
I stride over to him and pluck the leggings out of his hands, then lean up to kiss him. "Mine." I pat him on the shoulder and spin away before we can go any farther. "Now put your clothes on." I grin cheekily at him.
