Life after Breaking Dawn
Bella's POV
I put my hands on his face, and shoved my shield out of my mind again. I waited for his kiss which would surely come, but it didn't. I forced my eyes open, and found his face an inch from mine, and he was obviously trying to restrain himself. He saw himself in my thoughts, and the corners of his lips turned up in a smile. I smiled in return, and the tenor of my thoughts changed. He could no longer resist, and swept me up while kissing every part of my body he could reach. I giggled, and my shield snapped back into place. "Damn! Why do I have no self-control?" Edward murmured against my skin. I smiled. "Want to try to perfect your self-control?" I asked, and he set me down on my feet. I put my hands back on his face, but left my eyes open this time. As my flood of memories poured from my thoughts into his head, I could see them eating away his self-control. His hands balled into tight fists at his sides, and he let his face come an inch closer to mine before stopping it. Suddenly, I heard someone running towards our cottage. Then, there was a knock. "Can I come in?" Emmett's taunting voice asked. "Or are you doing something I shouldn't interrupt?" "EMMETT!! You broke your promise; you said you wouldn't say anything about my sex life!" I yelled, sprinting to the door. "Actually, I came to ask you for a rematch" he said when I opened the door. "Race you - and if I win, I'm allowed to say innuendos to the Cullen family only." He ran off before I could protest, so I sprinted after him into the trees. My leaping bounds helped me to overtake him in a few seconds, and I could hear Edward behind me. I paused for a second, running beside Emmett. "And if I win, you owe me a red Ferrari!" I laughed, and ran ahead. Emmett growled behind me. Edward ran up so that he was at my side. "A red Ferrari?" he asked. I nodded. "It's the most expensive car that I want." Edward chuckled. "When am I getting my red Ferrari, Emmett?" I yelled into the trees behind me, and I sprinted ahead to the arm-wrestling rock.
"That's going to be an issue" I muttered as Emmett finally reached the rock that we had had an arm wrestling match on earlier. I hadn't remembered that we had smashed the rock to smithereens during our last arm-wrestling match. "No problem!" Emmett told me, flashing his white teeth. "Right this way!" "How many arm-wrestling matches have you played, Emmett?" I complained as we headed through the forest again.
