Scarlett awoke with a sore body, her breasts aching, and her thighs weak and sore. Every movement was accompanied by pain.
"Aww! Ugh," she winced, her face contorting in discomfort. With half-closed eyes, she attempted to sit up in bed.
Suddenly, strong and heavy arms enveloped her waist, allowing her little freedom.
"Fuck! Fuck! Eww! Put your filthy hands away from me! You bastard!" she yelled hysterically, repulsion evident in her tone.
Internally, she screamed in disdain, "Eww! He cuddled me, yuck, gross! Eww!"
Edward, startled, stood up, panic in his eyes. As he adjusted to the present, the cold floor greeted his feet, pulling him from a deep slumber.
"Ahh! You're brother down there is erecting again this early?" Scarlette commented, rolling her eyes.
Edward's face adorned a sly grin, akin to a wolf. "Why? Does it turn you on, young miss?"
Scarlette glared at him, yelling, "Fuck you, old man!"