Hello everyone! This is a little story inspired by today's witfit prompt. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Successful wedding planner Isabella Swan just wants to rest in her comfortable recliner with a mug of hot chocolate and her favorite novel after a hard day at work, but she's interrupted by a knock at the door. A woman can't seem to get any alone time these days...but when she finds wedding photographer Edward Cullen on the other side, will she still want it?

Rated M for lemons and some language. There will be some slight angst, but it's mostly fluff and drama.

SM owns these two. I just gavem their own story.

Enjoy!

Blazing fire in a stone fireplace: Check.

Comfy brown leather Lazyboy and a warm afghan blanket: Check.

My well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice: Check.

A mug of hot chocolate complete with marshmallows: Check.

This is bliss. It's also how I spend every first night after I finish a winter wedding. After weeks, sometimes even a month or two of dealing with hectic schedules, minimal sleep, and temporarily crazy clients, I need it. I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed up for it, true. But there's a part inside of me that believes in true love and happily ever after, and getting to see those come true for at least one day because of what I've done... Well, it makes everything that comes with being a wedding planner worth it.

That doesn't mean that I don't need a break every now and then; otherwise, I might turn into a monster myself. Trust me, it's happened before and it wasn't pretty. But I digress.

I sigh happily, looking around my small, cozy living room. It's a mix of neutrals, warm reds, and browns that makes it comfortable and inviting, and I love the feeling of home I get when I walk in. I live in a two bedroom apartment in a nice neighborhood in Seattle; it's not big or especially fancy, but it's mine and has been my home for the past five years. I take a sip of hot chocolate and settle into the recliner as I turn my attention to my book, preparing to immerse myself in the old, romantic world of Darcy and Elizabeth.

I've just barely started the first line when I hear loud, incessant knocking on my front door. I try to ignore it when it stops, but it sounds through the apartment again a few seconds later. I sigh and put my book down before I get up to go answer the door. I grumble on my way there, wondering who could possibly be knocking on the door at ten o' clock on a Friday night. Is it so hard to ask for just one night of peace?

The knocking stops only to start up again as I near the door. And now I'm just pissed.

"Hold your damn horses!" I yell irritably as I get to the door, unlocking the top lock and deadbolt. I swing it open, still yelling. "Now who the fuck-"

And all of the wind is knocked from my lungs when I see the last person I expect to be here. Tousled auburn hair, soulful green eyes, and pale skin. Tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled from head to toe, and dressed in a white V-necked knit sweater, jeans, and boots. He's slightly disheveled, has snow in his hair, and looks like sin itself. And I have no idea what he's doing here.

"Ed...Edward?"

So what do you guys think? Keep going or stop here?

Hope you enjoyed it. I'd love to hear from you.

Thanks for reading!

-Lexi