I was getting ready for class. I couldn't help but to keep glancing over at my miserable best friend. I can't believe Jasper snapped at her like that. I started to think we were wrong about the guys, and I have been ignoring Emmett's calls ever since. Missy looked so sad and miserable it broke my heart. I officially hated Jacob and Paul. I didn't have any feelings left; not after Missy told me about Jacob's engagement to Leah Clearwater. I bet Paul has another girlfriend, too. Those boys doing everything in pairs.
"Missy, Honey, why don't you just call Jasper? I bet he was just hurt," I said sitting on the edge of her bed. Missy sighed, shaking her head no, and pulling the blanket over her head. I hated seeing her like this. She was my best friend. Usually I could bring her out of something like this, but this time she fought me tooth and nail on it.
"Don't you and Emmett have a date tonight?" she mumbled from under the blanket. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I hadn't told Missy I was ignoring Emmett because of Jasper. It might not have been right, but his friend hurt my friend. I just wasn't ok with it. Thank God someone knocked on the door. Wait, who would be knocking on the door? I walked over slowly answering the door. I saw a guy standing there face covered with beautiful red roses.
"Missy?" the guys voice was muffled as he tried to juggle the roses. I looked back at Missy, who was peaking her head out from under the blanket. I smirked to myself grabbing my purse.
"Missy, someone is here for you." I walked out the door happy. Maybe the flowers would cheer her up. I wanted her back to normal. I would have stayed to see who they were from, but I had a feeling I knew that already. Besides, I was already late.
I sat towards the front today in class. I usually sit in the back, but I kept getting lost in my thoughts lately, and missing out on my lectures.
I sat there trying to keep my eyes open, taking notes, and wondering why my teacher talks like a damn robot, when I heard someone clear their throat.
"Excuse me, can I have everyone's attention please?" The whole class, including the teacher, looked over to the right, towards the door, where Emmett stood kicking the door shut with his foot.
"Mr. Cullen, just what do you think you are doing?" I sunk down in my seat as my teacher talked to Emmett. Emmett looked over at me, cocking an eyebrow.
"What are you doing here?" I mouthed to him, hoping he wasn't here to make a scene.
"Well, Teach, I got a problem, and I can't leave until I get it fixed," Emmett said, walking over to the podium, winking over at me as I tried to cover my face from the gawking stares. Everyone started to whisper. I'm pretty sure they were thinking Emmett was about to go on a killing rampage. The people around me seemed to be moving away.
"Cullen, you got 5 seconds to say what needs to be said," the professor said, stepping to the side.
" Ahh, Teach, you know my parents practically own the school. I have all the time in the world," Emmett said, pulling his hat off. He looked around the room, leaning forward on the podium. "This guy, what a snore right?" Emmett pointed his thumb over at the professor, earning a few giggles. He cracked his knuckles looking around.
"Ok, so I meet this kick ass girl a few days ago. I mean she literally fell for me. We hung out, went to a club. We even stayed up all night talking. I mean, seriously, I was mesmerized just by talking to this girl. So anyway, we set up a date; which is supposed to be today. What's the problem, you ask? Well, the problem is, she just won't return my phone calls. So, I couldn't really make plans with her. She won't return my text messages. She has been hot and cold with me from day one." I was too embarrassed to even look at Emmett as he laid everything out for the class. "Now I have no idea what I did wrong, or what to do to make it right. Look, she can barely look at me. It's killing me not knowing what I did wrong," He said, looking over at me with hurt eyes. I felt bad because he really didn't do anything wrong.
"Samantha, my question for you is, why? What do I keep doing so wrong that you feel the need to run out on me, and give me emotional whip lash? For the first time, in my life, I don't know what to do. It's driving me crazy with how perfect things should be; how perfect things were. Then poof, you disappear," Emmett said, tapping his fingers. I turned bright red trying to hide my face. "So, I decided I need to show you what you're doing to me, and hope you will understand and give me some answers." Emmett whistled, looking over at me as the class room door swung open. I stood there speechless as guy after guy walked in with dozens of red roses.
"A hundred roses for the hundreds of times I replay in my mind the last night I saw you, the hundreds of times I tried to figure out what I did wrong." I heard a bunch of girls "aw" from behind me. "If I could count the seconds your face has entered my mind, I'd have to buy you every star that touches the sky." My heart began to pound in my chest as my eyes locked on his. He began walking over to me. I forgot how to breath with every step he took. He stopped in front of me, never taking his eyes of mine, kneeling down to my level, he gave me a breathtaking smile before whispering, "Maybe it was missing out on our first kiss, because I was too afraid to kiss your glass lips. Mistakes are made to be able to learn from. Give me a chance to make it up to you, Sam. Come out with me tonight. Please, let me try to get it right this time." I swallowed hard unable to look away from his gaze. " Let me pick you up at seven o clock," he said, reaching for my hand. I gladly gave it to him. I nodded yes at him, telling myself to breath as he kissed my hand. Emmett gave me another bright smile. I don't know what came over me, but I jumped out my seat and into his arms, crashing my lips to his. He seemed to freeze at that moment, but carefully kissed me back. His icy smooth lips carefully molded around mine embracing our first kiss, letting the passion pour out into it.
"I'll be ready at seven," I said breathless, pulling back from his lips. Emmett was sitting on the floor. I don't even know when or how but my legs were wrapped around him, sitting on him. The class was cheering us on, and my professor looked especially irritated. Emmett kissed my cheek, managing to stand up with me still wrapped around him. He set my feet on the floor. "Just so you know. You didn't do anything wrong. I was just trying to support Missy. She has been upset, and I have been worried about her. I 'm sorry," I said in a low tone, wrapping my arms around Emmett's neck. He pulled me closer to him into a tight hug.
"Upset? Why?" Emmett asked confused, as he inhaled my scent.
"Well, the whole Jacob thing, and then Jasper snapping at her," I said like he knew what I was talking about.
"Right. Well, we will talk tonight. I should go before the teach over there starts fuming from the ears." Emmett snapped his fingers, sending guys back in to take the flowers out. One of the guy s handed him a bouquet of red roses with one white rose in the middle. "I'll see you at seven. Dress warm and comfortable. As sexy as you are in heals, don't wear any tonight. See you soon, Angel." Emmett kissed my cheek one last time before disappearing out the door.
The rest of class, I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there to go to the room, and figure out what I was going to wear. I haven't been this excited for anything in a long, long time. As soon as we were dismissed, I practically ran to the dorm room, looking down at my roses. All of a sudden, I smacked into something hard. I looked up rubbing my forehead.
"Sorry about that, Sam." I looked up, seeing Jasper looking down at me. He gave me a half smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes.
"Yeah, well, watch where the fuck your going," I snapped, going to move around him, but Jasper stepped in front of me.
" I actually need to talk to you," Jasper said with his fake smile still on his face.
"We don't have anything to talk about," I said, getting pissed off at him. Shit, no, I was already pissed. He was making me furious.
"I know your upset with me for snapping at Missy, but you have to understand. I really like her and seeing her upset over another man hurt me. I reacted in a way that I am sincerely sorry for."
"Yeah. Well, maybe you should have been there to help her get over him, instead of making her feel like shit. Alice told me what happened, Jasper. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Emmett said out of no where, stepping in front of me in a protective way.
"I don't know, Emmett. I don't know what happened. I didn't mean to," Jasper said with a serious face.
"That girl has had her heart ripped out of her damn chest and stomped on. He gave her no fucking answers, and the only thing she hears about him is he is engaged, and you lash out on her. What happened to you 'feeling' for her? Didn't you 'feel' her damn pain, you fucking jerk?" Emmett stepped closer to Jasper almost growling at him, using air quotations whenever he said feel.
"I messed up. I'm trying to fix it. Emmett, don't act like you know what she feels, because you know damn well you don't."
"I DON'T?" Emmett said through gritted teeth. The way they looked at each other had me a little scared. It was like they wanted to kill each other. "I know exactly how it feels to not be good enough no matter how fucking hard you try. You know I know how it feels. I lived through it. I should fucking rip your head off." Emmett's tone rumbled in his chest, giving me goose bumps. As afraid as I was, I was actually turned on.
"I made a mistake. That's why I need to talk to Samantha. I need Missy in my life. Emmett calm down. You and I both know who would win this fight," Jasper said stepping to Emmett, glaring at him.
"I don't want to talk to you. I will not help you. You figure it out. She is my best friend. She has locked herself in our room, all because of what you said to her. I wont help you," I snapped getting in the middle of the guys, trying to push Emmett back, but he wouldn't budge.
"You heard her, Jasper. Now move," Emmett said easily moving me aside.
"Damn it. Sam, if you love your friend, then help me make her happy again." I suddenly felt bad for Jasper. I sighed trying to think straight, but all I could think about was Missy miserable in our room. My heart ached with pain for her, and compassion for Jasper washed over me.
"Jasper, you piece of shit, knock it off." Emmett hissed looking over at me.
"What? I'm not DOING anything." I looked up to see Jasper smiling at Emmett.
"I'm going to fuck your shit up. Just you wait. Knock it off," Emmett snapped, grabbing my hand and walking away with me, not saying bye to Jasper. I looked back at him. He gave me a quick wave, looking upset and walked the opposite way. "Listen baby, you let me deal with Jazz. Just go get ready and I'll be back to pick you up in a few hours." Emmett looked irritated and I wanted to ask him what he meant by he knows how it feels to be hurt and not be good enough, but I figured now wasn't a good time. We stepped in front the door. Emmett leaned down giving me a chaste kiss. "Listen ,if it makes you feel better, why don't you invite Missy along tonight? We can always have a first date another day. I know it sucks t be alone."
"Emmett, what's wrong with you?" I asked leaning back on the wall. Emmett's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Wrong with me?" He pointed to himself. I giggled putting my hands on his chest.
"Yes wrong with you. Usually, when someone or something is too good to be true, it's normally just that; too good to be true," I said, looking up into his eyes. Emmett smirked in understanding.
"I have my vices too. We all do. I just have an easier time keeping myself together. Being happy is easier than showing how I really fee, at times." I nodded my head, putting my hand on the door, pushing it open.
"Well, Mr. Cullen, I have a date to get ready for. So, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving now. " I blew him a kiss, walking in the room and shutting the door behind me. "Missy, I think I'm falling in love," I said on a sigh, against the door. She was sitting on her bed with her lap top. Missy didn't even look up at me. I looked over toward our desk, and saw the flowers Jasper sent her were in the trash. I set my things down, putting the roses from Emmett on my dresser. Missy got up and grabbed the flowers tossing them in the trash.
"HEY!" I ran over, taking them out of the trash, checking to make sure they were ok. "What the hell did I do?" I said ,looking over at Missy, then going to my closet.
"Nothing. I thought they were from Jasper's dumb ass," Missy mumbled picking her lap top back up. I rolled my eyes going over my clothes.
"Nope, they're from Emmett. Oh my god, Missy, he came into my history class and took it over until I agreed to go out with him. He said the sweetest things to me today in front of the whole class. I wish you could have been there," I said pulling out a red top with black vest. He said to dress comfortable and no heals. Hmm, I wonder where we are going.
"That's fucking fantastic. I hope you two have a great life together, while I'm here stuck in the past." Missy grumbled, as I walked over to her, looking over her shoulder.
"Missy, what are you doing? How are you going to get over him, if you constantly are reminding yourself about him," I said. seeing she was looking at pictures of Jacob and her.
"Mind your own business, Sam. I loved him and he tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. I'm sorry if I loved him too much to just get over him with the first guy to give me flowers." Ouch that hurt. This was not my Missy. My Missy would be excited for me.
"Missy, I loved Paul, too. I cried myself to sleep for a year. Don't you think its time to let go? They left us without a simple bye, let alone a reason," I asked, looking over at her, trying not to show her that she hurt me.
"Yeah, well, when I said Jake was my forever, I meant it. Even if we aren't together, my heart still belongs to him. I won't just throw it around like someone I know." She eyed me up and down sending my chest into a knot.
"Right. well, I have a life to live, and a hot ass guy taking me out. So, I'm going to go get ready." I had all my things in my hands, getting ready to go to the restroom. Missy didn't even look up at me. "Maybe Jasper was right for saying what he did. Look at you. It's sad really. You're shutting out the people who care for you over some ass who left you and is living a life without you. He moved on. Why shouldn't you?" was the last thing I said, before walking out of the room.
Once I was all ready to go, I checked myself out in the mirror, feeling pretty good about the night. I was glad to be able to leave the room, instead of to be rained on by Missy and her hateful words. I was trying not to let it bother me, but it was.
When Emmett got to the room, he spun me around, checking me out. He let out a low whistle. I giggled grabbing my purse.
"Night, Missy. Hope you, uh, feel better," Emmett said, as I was shutting the door. Missy didn't say anything, other than a stiff a laugh.
"Sorry, I don't know why she is being like that. She said some harsh stuff to me earlier," I said as we walked to his car. Emmett opened the car door for me, like a perfect gentleman .
"That's ok, honey. I get where she is coming from. I wouldn't take it to heart. She is hurting," Emmett said, taking my hand, giving it a squeeze then kissing it.
"You know how she feels?" I asked, looking at him from my peripheral vision. Emmett smiled clearing his throat and adjusting his position in his seat.
"Yeah, I do know a little something about heart ache. I'm over it, though, and I'm ready for the best thing to ever happen to me." I looked over at Emmett. I could see the hurt that flashed in his eyes, but I saw past it, right to the sparkle that reflected off the moon light. I knew he was being sincere with me.
"How long ago did you get your heart broken?" I knew it was a little much to ask, but he said we are supposed to get to know each other. Emmett looked over at me, watching me carefully.
"It's been six months. It was hard at first, because she left out of nowhere one day; said she hated us all especially me. She hated how I was child like. She said something about me bugging the hell out of her. If we were to have kids, she would have stayed, because I'm a looker, but since kids are out of the question for her, she would rather be dead. I was devastated at first, but then I had a good talk with my sister and then met you. Now, I can't wait for my future."
"Fuck her. What a bitch!" I said getting mad for him. Emmett let out a booming laugh.
"Yeah, that's what I said. Anyway, enough about ex's. I want to know how good you are on your feet." I looked down at my boots and shrugged.
"I'm ok, I guess. Why?"
"Because we're here." I looked out the window seeing a dimly lit ice skating rink. My mouth slightly dropped open as I took in the sight. Emmett was opening my door before I even reached for the handle. I got out, looking around.
"Wow." I haven't seen a sun set out here yet and let me tell you it's something you wouldn't want to miss. The moon was huge. I mean, I swear it looked like a small hike up the mountain and you would be able to touch it. Then, the sun was right under it peeking out like light from under a door. "Emmett, it's so-"
"Beautiful." He whispered making me look at him. Emmett was staring at me. I blushed and looked down. The look in his eye made my heart flood with desire. How could I be falling for this man after knowing him for such a short time? It took me years to fall for Paul.
"Yes."
"Have you ever ice skated before?" he asked, taking my hand. He led the way over to a bench by the ice. I shook my head in answer to his question, trying not to fall on the slick ice. Emmett wrapped his arms around me, chuckling to himself. "Well, today you are." Emmett laughed, handing me a white box that had white ice skates in it.
"Emmett, you shouldn't have done this. I mean, they look-"
"Listen, it's nothing. Money doesn't make my world go round, but your smile does. So, please, don't refuse. Let's change, get out there, and just have a good time. Please, don't worry about anything I do for you. I do it because I want to."
"Fine, but you have to keep me from falling," I said, pulling my boots off. Emmett laughed and agreed, while helping me lace up the skates. He took both my hands, coaching me on how to glide. I haven't been this stiff in years. I was so worried I would make a fool out of myself, but Emmett was a good teacher. He made sure I was ok every time I fell, before laughing at me.
"How the hell do you know how to ice skate like that?" I asked, laughing as I stumbled and fell on my ass. Emmett laughed, helping me up.
"Hockey," He said simply, skating backwards, holding my hands. "It's not as hard as you're making it out to be." Emmett chuckled letting go of my hands. We both laughed as I started to get the hang of it, but still wobbled. "See you got it! Trust yourself, baby." Emmett smiled proudly, while I skated towards him.
Once the sun was fully set, the rink was lit up with white lights. I was actually not doing too bad, even with Emmett showing off. "So, Emmett, what are your dreams?" I asked as he skated a circle around me. I laughed, because he was really good with the skates. He went around in circles, rubbing his chin with his arm crossed over his chest.
"Hmmm, dreams." I laughed at his thinking face. "I would have to say to find a person who loves me for me; inside and out would be a big dream of mine. I want to be taken more seriously, though, too. I'm labeled as the family goof ball, but I say someone has to lighten up the mood. That's why this time I'm going to school to be a accountant, but, fucking, shit, it's boring, and so not me."
"This time?" I asked confused as I lost my balance, and almost fell. Emmett caught me right before I hit the ground.
"Yeah, this time. I, uh, I dropped out last year, and then started again this year." He stuttered helping me balance.
"Ok, but what do you really want to be?" We skated over to the bench, where I sat down and Emmett pulled out a thermos out of no where. He handing me a cup of hot coco.
"I don't want to be anything. I want to live freely," Emmett said sighing and sitting back.
"OK, but in order to do that you still need a job. There isn't anything you want to do?" I said, scooting closer to Emmett. I was getting a bit chilly. He put an arm around me rubbing my arms to keep me warm.
"I don't know. I think in a normal life, I would be good with web design; maybe making video games. I could probably make Facebook more kick ass." I giggled listening to him talk. "My step dad is a big shot doctor. My brother, Edward, is studying law. My mother is a stay at home mom. My sister is in fashion design. If I'm going to do anything, it should be web design, but I doubt they would take it seriously. So, I picked accounting, hoping they would see I'm not a total fuck up. I hate fucking numbers, though. So, I don't know what I want to do." I laughed again as Emmett wrapped both his arms around me. It felt right being in his arms. It felt like nothing else mattered but the two of us. I felt safe, and comfortable with him.
"You should do what you want to do, not what you think they want you to do. I would say fuck them and change your major." I said looking up at the northern lights, not believing this was actually my life right now, and I was happy about it.
"You're right. I should. I think I will. What about you? What are you going to be when you grow up?" I giggled at his tone.
"I'm going for criminal justice. I want to try to change the young adults of the world. I want to be a youth probation officer. I think a lot of teen troublemakers are misunderstood and just need someone to talk to, to help lead them down the right path."
"Really? That has to be the most unselfish, wholehearted thing I have ever heard," Emmett said intertwining his hand with mine.
"I don't think so. Being a doctor is pretty unselfish." I looked up at him.
"Yeah, but your reasons are more unselfish. You want to help kids, who think there isn't another way. You could save a lot of people from going to the hospital. You know, kids shooting kids over stupid shit." I looked back down not saying anything. We both got quiet. I sipped on my hot coco, thinking. I wonder how Paul is doing. If he really is in a gang, his life is in danger every day.
"You know what?" Emmett said jumping up. I cried out as my drink spilt all over my lap. Fuck, it was hot. "Oh shit, babe. I'm so sorry. Damn, I can't believe I just did that. How did I just do that?" he said panicked, looking for something to dry me off.
"I'm fine, really. I was just shocked." I said laughing at his reaction.
"Come on. Esme, can get that stain out," he said, lifting me up bridal style. We were still in our skates. He grabbed my things and went back to his car. I have to say I was impressed by his swiftness.
"Who is Esme?" I asked as we took off down the road.
"My mom," he said smiling at me. "You'll love her. She is going to adore you."
"Uh, I, uh..." I almost said he could take me home, but honestly I didn't want to leave. Being around him was never enough. I always wanted more. "Are they even up?" I asked looking at the clock. It was almost ten. Emmett laughed, nodding his head.
"Yes, they are always up." He laughed louder as we pulled up to a huge white house. "Home sweet home." Emmett chuckled at my expression.
Meeting his whole family was a little over whelming , even with as welcoming as they were. His sister, Alice, seemed a little strange, but then again so was the rest of the family. Alice welcomed me as if I were the newest addition to their family. She spoke to me like she knew more about me then I would have thought. They all had the lightest colored eyes I have ever seen, and they all felt ice cold. I know Emmett said it was because I was new around here but still. They were colder than most people's hands I shook. His mother, Esme, was the sweetest woman I have ever met. While Alice let be borrow some sweats and a sweatshirt, Esme made me hot chocolate. Then they insisted on washing my cloths to get the stains out.
"So, do we have another clumsy Bella on our hands?" Carlisle, Emmett's step father asked with a warm smile. I looked at Emmett confused.
"Bella is Edward's wife. She was, I mean is very clumsy, and no, Pops, I spilt it on her," Emmett said, taking my hand in his.
"You did?" Carlisle asked, surprised. "Well, I never would have thought. Hmm, this is new. Emmett, you must be really in love to do something so careless, but, then again, look at the beauty at your side. I'm sure she makes all young men clumsy." I blushed, putting my head down. Love me? He barely knew me. Although, I wouldn't mind him loving me in the right way. Hey it's been awhile , a long while. I have needs to. I was thinking to myself when Edward got up laughing, walking away.
"You're going to have your hands full, bro. I think she will be just what you need," Edward said, walking away. Emmett looked over at me with a smirk. Carlisle chuckled offering me a seat.
"Well, wait, they say you can really get an idea of someone by there room. I wanted to show you mine, since it's a big part of who you are," Emmett said, nervously looking around. Was he going to make his move with the family in the house? He's ballsy. I like it! I heard Edward laugh from the other room, loudly.
"SHhh, Edward stop it. Leave them alone. Let him have these experiences," I heard Alice say, trying to contain her own laughter. I looked at Emmett, who was looking toward the living room.
"Don't mind them, baby. Come on." As we walked up the stairs, Jasper was walking down. I didn't know they live together. Emmett pulled me closer to him and I swear he made an animal like noise as Jasper passed. I felt bad for him. He looked as miserable as Missy did.
"Jazz, just give her some time. She will come around." I blurted out causing Jasper to stop and look at me. He looked between Emmett and I, and smiled at me.
"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry if I upset you earlier. I just don't understand the sudden emotion that comes over me when I'm around Missy. I'm not used to being snuck up on like that," He said, bowing his head then walking away.
"You shouldn't be so hard on him, Emmy Bear," I said as we walked into a dark room. Emmett flicked on a light.
"Emmy Bear, huh?" he chuckled, shutting the door as I began to look around. His walls were covered with framed sports memorabilia. He had a huge king size bed with black furry comforter. It looked like something out of a magazine. I mean, honestly it looked brand new. There were a few pictures of the family, a Xbox 360, and tons of DVDs. His room was a typical guys room, only it was nicely kept and it smelled good.
"Yeah Emmy Bear, because your comfortable to snuggle with like a teddy bear." I didn't even think it made sense. I just liked how it sounded. It was something only I called him, obviously.
"Ok, whatever makes you happy, angel." I looked back at him and giggled. "Who would have known the girl of my dreams would have literary fallen in my lap?" Emmett said, standing by his bed as I admired more of his pictures. They all must be recent ones because they all looked the same. One picture caught my attention. I picked up the frame, looking it over. It was a picture of Emmett holding a blonde beauty bridal style. Her head was thrown back laughing, and Emmett was smiling wide, looking down at her. They looked so in love in the picture. It actually hurt to look at it. Emmett took the frame form me, facing it down on his dresser.
"That was a different time in my life. She means nothing to me, and somehow in a matter of a few short days you have become my world. I won't make any promises to you. Considering your past, I doubt you would believe me. I will say this, though, when I was with her, I still felt like a piece of me was missing. I always thought that it was not having my real family around. I always thought the piece was missing from maybe something I did in a past life, but since the first time I looked into your eyes I felt whole. I feel like everything was meant to be. For me to find you. You have completed me with just one smile; one simple smile and my breath was taken away." I looked into his eyes, searching for the lie, knowing some were he was lying but all I came up with was passion, love, lust, hope, and more love. As much as I wanted to not believe him, that was exactly what I did. I believed every word that came out of his mouth. I went to say something, but before I could even process the thought of the words I wanted to say, Emmett's lips found mine. His hands slid down my waist to my hips, to under my ass where Emmett smoothly lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and walked us back to the bed.
Our tongues explored each others mouths as he laid back on the bed with me. I straddled him adjusting myself to be more comfortable. For the first time since I got to Alaska, I was hot. My body was burning with desire. The heat from my core was seeping through my pants as I felt my panties moisten. I couldn't help but to grind my hips into Emmett's, against his already hard member. I smiled proudly, hearing Emmett groan as his hand found its way up to my covered breast. I pulled back from his lips, long enough to unzip the sweater and look down at Emmett.
"Fuck me," Emmett whispered, staring at my blood red bra with black lace trimming. I licked my lips before moving back down, kissing his lips. Emmett rolled us over, kissing my neck. I moaned his name, feeling his rejection pressing against my thigh. My hips bucked into his as he was careful not to put his full weight on me. I thought it was sweet how careful he was being. Emmett's lips began kissing down my neck, leaving a wet trail leading to my barely covered tits. I arched my back, feeling his cold tongue swirl around my nipple.
"Ow," I groaned, feeling something press into my spin. Emmett jumped up so fast I almost didn't see him do it.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Were are you hurt? Stay here." He ran out the room. I zipped up my sweater, a little confused by his reaction. My face turned bright red when Carlisle walked in with a panicked Emmett. Emmett rushed to my side. "Angel, where are you hurt?" he asked, looking me over. I looked at him, then over to Carlisle, who had a straight face, waiting for me to answer. I looked back at Emmett and couldn't help but to laugh.
"Emmett, your DVD remote was pressing into my back. I'm fine. What did you think you did? Crush me? You barely laid over me," I said in a fit of giggles. Carlisle chuckled looking away.
"Well, then. I'll leave you two alone. Emmett, watch out for those remotes," Carlisle teased. Edward and Alice appeared in the door way, laughing so hard they couldn't speak.
"Now you know…" Edward was laughing so hard he was holding his sides. "Now you know how I felt. God this is funny to watch. It's not as easy as you thought, huh, Emmett." Edward laughed and Emmett picked up the remote and threw it pretty hard at him. Alice shut the door. I looked back at Emmett who looked a little embarrassed.
"You ok?" I asked Emmett rubbing his leg. He looked over at me with a smirk.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just ran into my dad's study with a raging hard on, saying I might have crushed your fragile self, got laughed at by you and my family, but as long as you're ok, yeah I'm fine. How about we just lay down and watch a movie? You look a little tired, or I can take you home if you want. I'll bring your clothes over in the morning." I smiled at Emmett looking over at his TV.
"I am a little tired, but I want to watch a movie with you. I don't have early classes tomorrow. Let me just text Missy and tell her I'll be home late," I said reaching for my phone. Emmett picked out "The Hangover" to watch. I got comfortable as Emmett went to change in to sweats and a long sleeve shirt. He hit play, crawling under the blankets with me. It was the best feeling in the world laying there with him cocooned in the warm blankets surrounded in his protective embrace. I felt like I was at home with him.
