This virus is kicking my ass - sorry I haven't been able to do more :(

I often read reviews of other stories & I'm positive there aren't any as funny as the reviews you all have given me - I truly lol :D

Chapter Eighteen

Bella wiped her fingers across her top lip checking for a milk moustache. Edward watched her as she then settled herself against her plump pillows. He remembered the scent on them as he settled to sleep in the bed the previous night, and couldn't help but smile as he then remembered their mixed scent after the sex they'd had.

"What? Do I still have milk on me?" asked Bella, self-consciously rubbing her face again.

"Oh, no. Not at all." Edward knew it would be better to keep his memory to himself. It wasn't appropriate, and he also had to do everything possible to save the relationship of his old friend and fiancé as well as their own friendship.

Edward sat on the edge of the bed and turned slightly towards Bella. She looked up to his eyes, worry evident in her face.

"I really don't know what else to say except that I'm sorry. Obviously I take full responsibility for what happened. It's all my fault. I'm the one that, that..." Bella frowned and scrunched her eyes shut tightly trying to get her words out "...that molested you in your sleep!" Her pitch was so high at the end it made Edward shrink back from her. Completely mortified, Bella's hands covered her face while she tried to catch her breath.

"Bella? Look at me." Not wanting to have to hash this out again, Edward waited for Bella. He wanted to move on, forget it ever happened, and start his new life in the US without this hanging over him. He felt bad about what had happened, but nothing they did or said could change it, so it was best they just moved on as if it never happened. They could both do that, right?

Is there anything you have agreed with someone to forget?

Milk moustache? boogie? dress tucked in knickers when leaving loo? Have you told/not told someone about anything like this when you've seen it?