And a brief excerpt (pun intended :)
I stretched my legs and when I slid the soft sheets down my body, I realized I wasn't wearing the pants the pixie gave me when we were traveling. I blushed when I thought Rosalie must have taken them off. It felt awkward that she had touched me while I was sleeping. Usually I didn't sleep so heavily, but the soft bed and the stress after the trip and the news must have been greater than I thought.
Glancing at the night table, I saw a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs and cutoff jeans next to the glass of water. Shrugging, I sat on the edge of the bed and fingered the soft elastic band, sighing as I put on the briefs and then the jeans.