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"Uh...Emmet?"
"Shut up, Edward. It's gonna be fine. Trust me."
Those two words sent my head reeling. I cursed. Naughty Edward. Why on Earth would I do something Emmett tells me too after he asks me to trust him? I wouldn't. Emmett obviously saw it on my face.
"What if I saw him kiss Bella Edward?"
I snarled at him. "You didn't and you know it," I stated but already an image flooded my head.
Bella was standing in front of Mike, staring adoringly up at him. It felt awkward for me. This was the wrong perspective. She should be staring at me not at Mike. It was innocent enough, until Mike leaned forward, about to kiss her. My hand clenched angrily and something in it crumbled. Bella closed the gap quickly and I heard my teeth snap together with an audible click. The kiss was getting more intense than my boundaries had ever allowed. I suddenly realized I liked seeing Bella like that, and as long as I factored out Mike I could watch forever and ev--
The picture cut off and I was jerked to the present, where I was leaning awkwardly close to Emmett, so close that his eyes crossed to look at me.
"EDWARD," He growled and I scooted back again, "Are you sure you weren't the one who photoshopped our heads onto--"
"Sorry," I muttered, thoroughly embarrassed.
Emmett smirked and I huffed out, knowing he was going to make a big deal of this and--
"Welcome to the man cave, sexy beast!" he chuckled at me as my nostril started twitching.
"After a hundred years finally you--"
"Emmett," I interrupted, " Are we going to do this or what?" I immediately stopped talking as his expression brightened. Damn you, Edward. Yes, those were my own thoughts. How could I have been so moronic? To encourage this was a fate of sure death.
"Come on Edward," Emmett growled playfully, "Let's dance."