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I slammed the trunk of Rosalie's white Volvo convertible. "Done."

"Thanks, Emmett. I really appreciate the help."

I held my arm around her waist and kissed her forehead. "Anytime. It that it?"

"Yup. The furniture I bought yesterday at the warehouse is going to be shipped to the house."

"All right. Well," I glanced at my watch. "You wanna grab some lunch?"

"Sure." She grinned. "I'm driving."

"Of course, your majesty. Just don't scratch the new car." I winked.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "I wasn't the one who ruined my last one, if you remember."

I laughed. "That tree came out of nowhere! I swear!"

"Sure it did. Come on, I'm starved."

I kissed her before she let go of me and bounced over to the driver's side while I jumped over the car door and into the front seat. "Where are we going?"

"You choose." She said, turning the key in the ignition.

"I'm paying; you choose."

She gently pulled the car away from the curb and went speeding down the road. "Fine, then. Cheesecake Factory." She grinned.

"Sounds good to me!" I watched her gorgeous blonde curls fly behind her. She brushed it out of her face as we approached a red light. "So…" I racked my brain for the most important question I still hadn't thought to ask her. "Are you going to college?"

"Uhm… I'm not sure yet. Marshall decided to enroll me in a local high school around Salem so I don't need a private tutor. I haven't applied anywhere. I think I'm going to wait a year, though. It's pretty late to apply now. Besides, I need to get used to Oregon before I do anything big."

I nodded. "So you're going to finish high school?"

"Of course."

"That's good."

"Yeah. Marshall insisted on it. He's doing all he can for me while I'm still here. But he has another friend in one of the Salem police stations so I'll find help if I need it."

"I'm glad someone's taking care of you; making sure you're all right. You know if I could go with you, I would."

"I know." She smiled. "But I'll visit. A lot. Weekends, Summers, Vacations. I promise."

"I'm really going to miss you…" I brought the back of her hand to my lips.

"I know." She sighed as she turned into the parking lot. "Can ask you a serious question?"

"Okay."

She parked the car and shut it off. "Do you think it would be harder or easier if you had never known?"

I took my time thinking about it while her eyes were locked on mine. "I think… it would have been about the same. It would be easier because I would think you wouldn't be hurting as much. It would be harder because I'd lay awake every night and wonder if you ever considered me a possibility."

She didn't move. No nod, no smile. Her eyes didn't even move from mine. She stared intently at me until I looked away.

"Emmett."

I looked up at her again and wiped my thumb under her eye, rescuing a tear before it slid down her flushed cheeks. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the steering wheel.

I climbed out of my seat and walked to her side of the car, opening the door. I easily picked her up and slid into her seat, replacing her on my lap. She buried her face in my chest.

I flicked a black button on the wheel for privacy and the roof closed noisily. I pulled her hair back, hoping to get to her face, but she nestled deeper into my shirt. "Rosalie, please."

"Emmett, go inside and get a table." She mumbled. "I'll have to fix my make-up."

"I'm not leaving."

"I probably look horrible, Emmett! Please, I'll join you in a minute."

"Don't be stupid. I've seen you in a much worse time, if you don't remember. And I don't think a few smudges of mascara is going to ruin the beauty of your flawless face, Rosalie."

"Emmett, I don't know how I'm going to do this without you. You've been there for me whenever I needed it."

"I'll always be here for you. Three hundred miles isn't going to tear us apart. I would never allow it. Please, look at me?"

She sighed and slowly lifted her head, carefully pressing the sides of her fingers below her eyes. "Well…?"

"You're perfect." I moved her hands from her face and kissed her passionately, lacing my fingers in her windblown hair. She didn't hesitate like I had anticipated. She crushed her lips hard against mine, pressing my whole body against the seat.

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"Emmett, I can't leave. Not tonight." Rosalie murmured as the waitress walked away.

"You have to, Rose. I don't want you to… but you have to go. You told Marshall you would meet him there."

"I can't! I need more time. I need something. I can't just leave."

"I'll call. You can call. There's email, and texting, and IM, and mail. Rosalie, it's going to be okay. I know it's different but… we're both going to have to live through it."

She sipped at her ice tea. "I just… feel like I need more time. More time to think. More time with you."

"I know how you feel. But today is our last day. And I don't want to worry all day. Can't we just spend it together? Without further concern?"

She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. "I really love you."

"I love you much more."

"That's not possible."

"Of course it is."

"Nope." She said stubbornly. "But that doesn't matter now. I'll be three hundred miles away when you wake up tomorrow."

"Who says I'm going to sleep?"

"You'd better get some sleep, mister."

"It's a weekend. I can stay up. Besides, I'll be too worried about you to sleep."

"I'll call when I get there and let you know I'm all right."

"That's fine. I'm still staying up."

She stuck her tongue out. "Fine."

"And that doesn't mean you can call and tell me you're there when you're not."

"Well, darn."

I chuckled. "It's our last day. Be happy! For me?"

She smiled. "Now how can I resist a 'for me?' from you?"

"Exactly!" I grinned.

"Well, then, Mr. Happy, what's on the agenda for this afternoon?"

I shrugged. "I was thinking you could pick."

"Of course." She sighed, resting her jaw on her hand. "Well… I suppose hanging out at your place and watching movies never gets old."

"Movies it is, then."

The waitress appeared, setting two large plates of pasta in front of us. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"No, thank you." Rosalie smiled, grabbing her fork and twisting linguini around it. The waitress left without another word as Rosalie put a huge bite in her mouth. "Mmm…" She closed her eyes and licked her lips. "This is amazing!"

And she had an appetite. Was it possible to know someone so perfect? I laughed at her while I twirled some on my fork. "What movies do you want to get?" I asked after swallowing.

"I don't know. Probably some comedy, though. I don't think I could handle a sappy movie tonight."

"Ugh. Same here."

"But… I want to make tonight last as long as possible…"

"Whatever you want." I promised. "I couldn't agree more."

She smiled at me. "Did you know I love you?"

"Eh, you might have mentioned it once or twice." I kissed her quickly. "So, I guess that means I love you too, then?"

She smacked me playfully. "You better."

"Don't worry, Rose." I winked. "I'm all yours."

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