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"Lolita." The name escapes your lips before you can stop them, you don't know why suddenly this thought comes into your mind. Or why you had to say it out loud.

It's another night in Edwards arms, and you can't sleep, yet Edward seems to be deep in thought so you don't want to disturb him with a request he hum your lullaby. That's when you decide to go through all the books you have read in your head, when you reach Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Before you can stop yourself you whisper the title and begin to giggle.

"Lolita?" Edward looks at you curiously as you are in the middle of the giggle fit.

"As in your Humbert." You laugh loudly,(glad that Charlie is working late, or surely he would have came and checked on you already), Edward does not seem to find it funny.

"Oh come on Edward you know it's funny, and it does fit our situation a bit." You say between giggles. Edward is still not amused.

"Bella… am I to assume that you're comparing our relationship of that between a twelve year old and her… stepfather?" He asked incredulously.

"Well no, I mean that twelve year old was far more experience than I am." I stifled a laugh as Edward just gawked at me. I knew that if I went any further he would blow a gasket so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"Oh Edward though our age difference is much greater than that of Humbert and Lolita, as long as your not keeping a secret diary about the obsession you have of me, I think were safe." I teased then kissed him soundly on the lips ending the conversation and my mocking of us.

Edward POV

Note to self: Destroy Journal.

A/N: Hate it, Love it? Review. Did it make any sense even if you haven't read Lolita?