I walked over to where she was standing. I could see her beautiful waving blonde hair, her perfect features and feminine figure. Never had she looked so beautiful to me.
Rosalie Hale. I remembered back to when I had thought she did not return my love, how naive I had been. The first time I had seen her had been when I first started school. I had seen her glance at me from across the cafeteria in Forks High. I had only seen her that once, but I had felt feeling I had never felt before. She had soon come over to me.
'Hi. My name's Rosalie Hale,' she had said, confidently.
'A-a-a-lice,' I had stammered back, unsure of her intentions. I could see her holding her hand out to shake mine, but for some reason, I felt like I had no control over my own body and its actions.
'Do you have a second name?' she had giggled. It had sounded like chiming bells. I had thought it one of the most wonderful things, ever. I still think it one of them, but there are others I find I like more.
'Of course, I do. It's Cullen. And this is my brother, Edward, and my other brother, Emmett. This is Bella Swan, Edward's girlfriend,' I hadn't meant to give the whole family history, but she seemed pleased.
'I have a brother, too. There's Jasper. You might like him Emmett,' she suggested he go over and talk. I was amazed at her confidence, although she didn't seem to have the same inability as I did. 'I can just tell were going to be close, Alice.' I didn't know if she knew how close we were going to get.
The next few weeks we did everything together. It was amazing, she was so funny, and the conversations we had are featured in some of my favourite memories. After a while, I knew we would either have to stop being friends, or progress it even further.
I didn't know quite what she would choose, but I knew my choice, and hoped hers would be the same. During those months together, I had started to think that maybe, just maybe, she didn't want me that way, and perhaps my feelings for her were confused.
One night, while we were alone at her place, we were watching a movie. Her parents had gone out, celebrating something, and Jasper was hanging out with Emmett. As Rosalie had predicted, they'd become good friends. This had come in handy when we had wanted alone time to talk to each other about things. Not about boys though, never about boys. I don't know if it was just because I had given off a vibe that I didn't want to, or because she had no interest in them either. I knew I had always hoped for the latter.
It was that night, it had all changed. We had been watching some movie—I had never been able to concentrate on them for long, not with her sitting next to me. She had been sitting so close; I could hear her breathing, see her chest moving up and down with each inhalation. I had thought that she could drive me mad, just sitting there. I could feel the electricity in the room; it was coming right out of her in all the places we touched, and flowing straight into me, pulsing through my veins.
I turned to look at her and found her staring straight at me. I knew what was coming next. She had leant in forward, and kissed me with a passion so great it had left me gasping for breath
before she had even started. Suddenly, with a forcefulness I hadn't known I possessed, I was kissing her back.
Now, however, I had more important matters on my mind. I could see her staring at me, waiting for me to move, but I was stunned into silence by her naked body before me. It was too surreal. I couldn't believe I was truly seeing what I was—that was, until she pressed her lips against mine. I let my senses take control, making my muscles work themselves. I ran my tongue over her lips as they pressed against mine. This was heaven.