Chapter 6
BPOV
We spend most of the morning sightseeing, with Emmett as our guide. Edward drools over the architecture, snapping pictures of the beautiful Grossmünster church and other old buildings as we make our way through the city.
The wide, main street - the Bahnhofstrasse - is lined with expensive shops. Mostly we peek in the windows, drooling over the luxury watches, clothes, and jewelry. I pause in front of a window displaying diamond rings, most of them hideous and tacky.
Edward wraps his arms around me and looks over my shoulder. "Show me which ones you like?" he asks, nuzzling my neck. My heart beats a little faster in my chest at his question; he wants to know my taste in diamond rings? With a shaking hand, I point to the simplest one on the display.
"I like that one, but it's too big. Maybe if it was a little smaller," I tell him, images of Edward on one knee flashing before my eyes.
"Noted," he says, kissing my shoulder. He laces his fingers through mine and pulls me away, down to the cafe where our host is waiting for us to catch up.
"Would you like to have a coffee?" Emmett asks, nodding towards the cafe. The sign says Confiserie Sprüngli. I have no idea what that means, but the bright display cases full of chocolates speak my language.
"Ja!" I tell him, grabbing his hand with my free one and pulling both men into the cafe. They laugh at my enthusiasm and follow me in.
Emmett orders cappuccinos and a plate of treats, and we sit at a small table by the window, watching the crowds walk by. When Emmett bumps my knee under the table, I jump, but he doesn't move his leg away. He's been flirting with both of us all day.
The boys are catching up, talking about Edward's parents. I nibble on a chocolate truffle, listening to Edward relay a story about his brother's recent graduation party.
"Your mother made the best chicken, fried and crispy," Emmett says, sighing heavily. "I've tried to make it here, but it is never the same."
"Bella's is great, too," Edward says. He takes a sip of his cappuccino and sets the cup down, oblivious to the bit of foam clinging to his upper lip. If I were closer, I'd kiss it off him ... but Emmett's between us.
He sees me staring at Edward's lip and winks at me again, his blue eyes sparkling. He lifts his hand, cups Edward's jaw gently, and wipes the foam off with his thumb. Edward's cheeks flush and he shivers at Emmett's touch. Hell, it makes me shiver. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.