Bella's POV
I peered at my bedside clock staring at it with dismay; it was morning already 3:47 am and I couldn't seem to get Grace out of my mind. I changed positions for the third time in a minute sighing in frustration as pictures of the kiss we had shared in the bathroom flitted into my mind. I had enjoyed every bit of that kiss and would love a repetition. Shaking my head violently, I sat up on my bed, I shouldn't be entertaining thoughts of kissing another girl, that was abnormal. I slipped on a robe and padded barefooted towards my door, perhaps if I take a glass of milk it may help.
When I got to the kitchen, the lights were on and my perfect mother was sitting crossed-leg at the kitchen table sipping coffee from a mug even without makeup, my mom looked ethereal. Years of consis
