Yo! This is gonna be short & sweet (like 5 - 6 chapters total) to counteract the other thing I'm writing lol it's unbeta'd, so blame me for mistakes! Yay fluff!

Warm, rough fingers trail up my arm, caressing my skin to wake me up. With my eyes still closed, I smile.

"Too early," I mumble, yawning.

"I know," Edward whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck. "But we gotta get up."

"Why?"

He presses small kisses along my jaw until he reaches my mouth. "Lots to do."

I crack open an eye at him. "Like what?"

"Well. I have to pick up my tux."

"I still can't believe you waited till the day of the wedding for that. What if it doesn't fit?"

"It'll fit. Irina tailors all my suits. She never screws up."

I open both eyes now, staring back at the most handsome face. We've only been together six months but waking up to him is easily one of my favorite things, and something I'm not sure I'll ever get used to. His eyes are bright but crinkled around the edges. I love his disheveled morning hair and his sleepy smiles.

"Does Alice know you're waiting till today to pick up your tux?"

"Yes."

I whistle. "I'm surprised she didn't murder you."

"She's used to me waiting til the last minute for those kind of things."

"Uh huh." I yawn, running my fingers over his scruff, noting the hints of blonde. "Does this have to go?"

"Nah."

I kiss his scruffy chin. "Good. So what else is there to do?"

"Take all the booze to the venue. Finish my speech. Pick up the rings—"

"Edward!"

"Pick them up from Jasper," he laughs. "Don't worry, they got the rings from the jeweler weeks ago. Everything is good on that front."

"Your last-minute blasé attitude is stressing me out, mister."

He reaches for my hip, rolling me onto my side and closer to him. "Don't stress out. Everything's gonna be great"

"It's such a big day. I just hope it's perfect for them, that's all."

"I know."

His smile is sincere as he shifts closer, kissing me sweetly. I kiss him back, deepening it for a moment. I feel him groan into my mouth, just a bit, and I love that I can make him feel this way.

"All I've heard so far is that you have best-man duties to take care of today. I can go back to sleep because none of that involves me."

"Well, there is one thing that involves you," he murmurs, cheeky smile on his face.

"Oh?"

His hand travels over my hip and down my ass, cupping just below my cheek. My stomach flips when he skims his fingers beneath the edge of my underwear, gently exploring my skin.

"What'd you have in mind?" I ask, breath hitching when his fingers find their way inside the fabric, brushing over me.

He smiles crookedly, leaning forward to meet my mouth with his. He pulls back just slightly, lips barely touching mine as he says, "I think you know."

When his fingers slip inside of me I close my eyes, losing myself in how good he makes me feel.

XXX

"So I'll drop everything off at the venue, let Jasper boss me around for a bit, then I'll be back to pick you up."

I spoon some yogurt into my mouth. "You don't want to just get changed there and have me meet you?"

He shrugs. "I don't mind coming back. Besides I'll need to pack up some stuff since we're staying at the hotel tonight."

"But you're the best man. Shouldn't you be there with Jasper? Like the entire day?"

"Well yeah—I know. And I will be. I figured you could come early, too. Will you be ready by two?"

"I can be. Isn't the wedding at five-thirty though?"

"Wedding party and family photos are at three, so you should be there for that."

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you suggesting that I crash your family photos? In your sister's wedding?"

Pouring himself a glass of juice, he nearly rolls his eyes. "Please. You're not crashing anything. Alice specifically asked me to have you in them." I quirk a brow. "You know she loves you."

"Why didn't I hear from her about joining these family photos?"

"She's been busy. Bride shit."

I don't think he's lying, and really, I wouldn't love anything more than being in the photos Alice will have forever. I love Edward, and even though we've been together only a short time, I hope one day to be able to call him mine forever.

He's acting the tiniest bit strange, like not having mentioned any of this to me until now. Like he's preoccupied. I realize I haven't said anything yet, and he walks across the kitchen, spinning the bar stool around so I'm facing him.

"Well?"

I dip my spoon into the bowl and gently feed him some of my yogurt. He licks his lips—I might've purposely gotten some just outside of his mouth—then he plants a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

I lean into him. "If you want me there early, I'll be there early."

He beams. "I'll text you before I'm back to give you a heads up. Don't forget to pack stuff for tonight and tomorrow. And if you have time, maybe throw in a few things for me?"

"You got it." I kiss him back, sliding my hands into the backs of his pockets, giving his behind a little squeeze.

"I love you," he murmurs.

I'll never tire of hearing that. "I love you, too."

A twinkle lights up his eyes. "You better."

I narrow my eyes playfully, and since I'm still on the stool, I hook my legs around his waist. "Or else what?"

"Then I'd have no use for the diamond ring I bought," he says without missing a beat.

I laugh, shaking my head, fully knowing he's bullshitting me. "You don't know my ring size."

He grins at me, shrugging. "I have my ways."

"I don't know my ring size."

"You're a 5."

"People don't propose after six months."

"Says who?" he asks, keeping up with this little charade.

"I dunno. People."

"Well, luckily I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks," he says, always confident.

My eyes narrow playfully. "You've been saying you bought an engagement ring since, like, the first month we were together. And yet..."

"Gotta keep you on your toes." His smile is triumphant. "Maybe I also like driving you a little crazy."

"You're the crazy one," I tease, and he lightly punches my side

"Crazy about you."

"Cheesy, too."

He smirks. "What can I say? I know what I want."

Fortunately, he wants me. We moved in together after two months of dating. And by dating I mean we spent nearly every day together, sleeping at each other's places until it only made sense to live together. It was easy to fall for him. He's charming and funny and so fucking sexy. He loves his family and has the kindest heart. And most of all, he's been adamant about me since the first moment we laid eyes on each other.

Rose had drug me to an art gallery opening, someone Royce knew. It wasn't really my thing, and I mostly spent the night alone since Rose was off with Royce. I kept running into Edward, both of us looking at the same pieces at the same time. Months into our relationship he told me it was purposeful, that he was watching me more than any piece of art on the wall, trying to figure me out. Eventually he struck up a conversation, a very flirty conversation, and suggested we leave and go get a drink since Rose had basically ditched me anyway. We didn't kiss that first night, but after he walked me home, I had a text from him before I even made it up to my apartment, asking me out the very next day.

Of course, I couldn't say no. It was the best decision I ever made.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"The night we met."

"The night I stalked you," he corrects, and we laugh.

"It sounds so much creepier when you recall it. Good thing you're attractive."

"Is that how it works? The more good-looking, the more shit you get away with?"

I run my fingers through his hair. "Apparently."

"Duly noted." He reaches past me, grabbing his keys from the kitchen island. "Got any other doubts on my locking you down before I leave?"

"Nope. If you're gonna propose I won't try to stop you," I muse.

Again with the twinkling eyes. "Ah, just the way I like my women to be when I talk about marriage—apathetic."

"Women, huh?"

"Woman," he corrects. "Just the one."

"You better watch it, buddy." I release my legs from his body. "I've got my eyes on you."

"Good."

With a sly grin, he kisses my cheek and promises to be back before two.