A/N: I have not died or given up hope its just that i can start a story easily its continuing it thats hard. So please enjoy....
Shaking Hands
I watched as they led the human girl and the two Cullen members down the hall towards the feeding room. More specifically I watched him; he was the taller of the vampires in the sleek black formless robes. I may not have been able to see him as he passed but I remembered what he looked like.
His dark hair curled just barely brushing his ears. I had fantasized running my fingers through his hair. Feeling the wonderful luxurious texture of his silky hair, seeing it plastered to his face with sweat, my sweat. His eyes a sinful, sensual, crimson red as I would stare into them his soul, his whole being would call out to me.
Next the soft curvature of his nose, strong, unyielding, touches his upper lip with cool alabaster skin. His mouth set into a defiant smirk, the lower lip slightly larger than his upper lip. I imagined him placing soft, sensual kisses along my neck toward my mouth where I would trace his plump lips with my tongue seeking entrance which he would grant me allowing me to lightly nibble that perfect lower lip.
His jaw and chin like the rest of his face were strong, and set in a warriors fashion, running toward his high cheek bones and reaching down to his throat. The throat that just begged to be drowned in hot wet kisses a tattoo that was obviously put there before he was turned marked him for what he had been a soldier, general, commander. I quite often saw myself running my hands over his broad shoulders and down his rippled back then back up over his shoulders again finally reaching his toned biceps as his large hands gently caressed my face. What's more is I usually imagined me ripping off his carefully pressed designer button down shirt, my hands lightly touching his pecks, running my hands down his front, getting tangled in the light, soft hair between his rather impressive eight pack giving just a hint to more underneath his pants. His slacks or jeans depending on the day, hugging his hips, clinging to him, his legs, in all of the right places showing his long muscular legs. His shoes were usually boots, pulling his personality out adding flair to the soft silk formless robe.
I saw the Bronze-haired vampire wince as I thought about the object of my desire, the man I would love to shake hands with.
Ok so I know it was short but here is how this is going to work you guys are going to guess who I'm describing and the first person who guesses right I'll let you pick who and if you can guess the POV right I'll let you pick when example edward as a human or before he met Bella or even although it would pain me to do so after he left Bella ETC. it DOSE NOT have to be Edward but it does have to be one of the guys in the Twilight Saga