EDWARD’S POV
I’m so used to waking up from nightmares that anytime I actually get decent sleep, my first thought is usually: what the f**k went wrong?
Which is probably unhealthy, but at this point it’s just part of my routine.
Tonight is no different.
I wake up sweaty, irritated and already knowing sleep isn’t coming back, so after lying in bed for a few minutes staring at my ceiling, I finally drag myself out of bed and head for the kitchen to get water.
Apparently everybody passed out in the living room after the game. And by everybody, thankfully, I do not mean Layla and Wendy.
A quiet huff leaves me before I turn toward the kitchen.
The fridge light flashes bright against the dark when I open it. I grab a bottle of water immediately and twist the cap open, drinking half of it
