Practicing—With Emmett

I was consumed in Edward's kisses.

I love you Edward.

He pulled back, surprised. "You've gotten better."

"I've been practicing." He raised an eyebrow. "With Emmett—" his eyes bugged out of his head—"and Kate. Arm Wrestling." Realization hit him. "It's getting harder. He's winning more."

"You'll be the death of me."

"I really hope not."

AN: This was written on an old daytimer when I was half asleep. Kids, always keep a notebook and pen somewhere near your bed. You think you'll remember the ideas when you wake up, trust me, you won't.

Happy reading, expect a drawn out version of this soon.