There, the decision was made. As soon as his hands went to her hips, she leaned forward and pushed him back onto the bed, pressing her mouth against his. It was much easier to just think it was Edward, or at least just think that it was just sex.
Because it was just sex, even if he looked and felt like Edward, he wasn't. And her feelings for Edward were already quite complicated on her part. Not on his, she knew he just used her. At least this time he had thanked her for saving his life.
Pressing him against the bed, she climbed on top of him, moving to straddle his hips. The faster they got this over with the better, right?