Here is another one.


2.

He pulled up in front of a trim Glendale bungalow sixty seconds before he said he'd be there, thanking the gods of L.A. traffic. He checked his hair in the rearview mirror before bounding out and up to the front door.

The doorbell set off a chorus of high-pitched yips, and Emmett grinned. Awesome. The guy liked dogs, too. Could this get any better?

When the door opened, Emmett's jaw dropped. Yes, it could get better. The grainy photo had missed the spray of freckles across EC's cheeks and the flecks of gold and brown in his brilliant green eyes.

"Emmett?" Edward asked, extending a hand, and oh my, that mellow voice hadn't been in the photo, either.

"That's me," Emmett said, shaking his hand firmly. "You must be the guy with the penis."


Thanks for reading!

-Gemma