A/N: So I was in the mood to write, but didn't have an idea, so my sister (Lilbear831) gave me an idea XD Let's see how this goes….. P.S. I don't own any characters. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer and I'm obviously not her because this is a FANfic. So yeah. ONWARDS!
I hated him so much. That was a lie, and I knew it, too. I hated that I loved him. I hated the way I loved his messy copper hair, and his tall lean body. It wasn't just the vampirism that made him beautiful, it was his voice, his face, everything. He was naturally perfect. Ever since Carlisle made me into a vampire against my will, I pretended to hate both him and Edward. Though I knew I felt something opposite of hatred for Edward. He couldn't know, though. He could never know that I wanted to be in his arms and press my lips to his. And seeing as how we'd live forever, I was screwed.
"Rosalie, we're going hunting." My name in his mouth sent warmth through my stone-cold body. If I had a heart, it would be beating a million miles an hour.
"I just fed yesterday. I'm fine." I replied, holding back a sigh.
"I know. I just wanted you to know where we would be at." He explained.
"You don't have to tell me. Just go. Just because you're stuck at seventeen doesn't mean you have to tell everyone where you'll be at all the time." I spat at him.
He just laughed. The nerve! I wanted to hit him. I had to keep my thoughts controlled around him, since he could read my mind. I did a pretty good job, too. I think.
"I'm curious to know what's going on in your mind, Rose." He said.
"What are you talking about, brain boy?" I glared at him. Jerk.
"You're clearly hiding something. Or trying to, at least."
"The only thing I'm hiding is my utter hatred towards you, and only to Carlisle. I openly show my hate to you."
"Sure, Rosalie. Whatever you say." He chuckled and left the room.
An hour later I walked out of my bedroom and into Carlisle's office to find a book to read to pass the time. I found one with an interesting title when the sound of footsteps startled me. I turned around and gasped when I saw Edward standing there.
"Son of a bitch! You scared me!" I yelled, and he just laughed. "I thought you were hunting?"
"I was. I got the first kill and returned. Carlisle's still hunting, though. He went a lot further than me, so we're alone for a while." He smiled this breath-taking crooked smile that I pretended to hate.
"Gross. I see enough of you every single day of my never ending life." I scoffed, then returned to my book.
He walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Rose," he whispered, "we both know how you really feel about me."
"One of us does. Disgust, hatred, revulsion." I said, rolling my eyes.
He chuckled softly. "Rosalie, you don't really think those things and I know it. I am a mind reader. I know when you're lying to me and to yourself." He shifted my hair and kissed my neck.
My actions after that were involuntary. I turned around and kissed him, and kissed him hard. He returned the favor and met the rhythm of my mouth while placing his hands on my back.
He pulled back and just laughed. "Will you finally admit you don't really hate me?"
"No. I hate you. I hate you for making me love you." I said, then brought his mouth back to mine, where I wanted it to stay for all of eternity.
