“you don’t have to put your shirt on.” especially since bella saw all that she needed to see the night before. her eyes are a little unfocused but settle on his face when he tries to get her attention, leaning a little more into his touch even though her still drunken haze knows that she shouldn’t. “it’s… no big deal, right? it was just some fun. besides,” she pauses, shoulders tensing slightly, “he didn’t come home last night.” her mind turns over the possibilities of where her boyfriend ended up but she isn’t sure that she wants to know. doesn’t think she can feel jealous about it when she also ended up in bed with his roommate. “i uh… don’t think we did.” she sounds sheepish, at the very least, “but i’m on birth control so… that’s something, right? you’re clean, yeah?” she probably should’ve confirmed that before they slept together but thinking clearly isn’t something bella had been doing the night before. she isn’t even really thinking clearly now. “it’s fine, right? you’re not going to freak out on me, are you? we can just pretend this didn’t happen.”