The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Touch
Pen name: BurntOrange/starbucksaddict
Pairing:
Emmett/Rosalie
Rating: PG-13
His hands tangled in my hair. My shoes that cost several paychecks hanging from my toes. Prospective significant others sent in taxis home. This was supposed to be an innocent ride home.
"Mr. McCarty…" I purred.
"Rosalie, which building is yours?"
I snapped out of my trance. "The maroon awning." The car stopped and I thanked him for the ride before shutting the door. A crisp spring breeze broke my skin into goosebumps.
Going inside, I could still feel the wool and silk blend from his slacks from when they grazed my bare knee turning the turn onto my street.