Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight. We own each other and tonight, we own the niiiight lalala lala lalala lala lalala lala lalalaaaaaaaa lalala lala lalala lala lala lala lalaaaaaaaaa
For you Franny, I will stop singing now.
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~*~ cHaPtEr tWeLvE ~*~
~ EPOV ~
Sunny's laugh is like an inlet, a righteous right of passage to the all the wonders of an undiscovered world.
Captivating in its scarcity.
Angelic.
More beautiful than the setting sun, how it shines low, lightly licking the surf where I sit long after she's shot me down and then left me hanging.
I can't get the sound out of my head. Even that adorable snort. Especially that adorable snort.
Just … adorable.
She's utterly luminous when she lets go, throws her head back and allows her wholly unanticipated amusement to show.
Entertaining.
Entrancing.
Aesthetically and acoustically pleasing.
It's honest, her reaction, making an honest man out of me.
As crazy as it sounds, it's true.
I will have no problem fathering our children.
No problem making them.
None.
And yet, Sunny finds it funny. She finds me funny.
Funny ...
It didn't feel like a joke, a smooth line, not when I said it, not now when I'm still thinking about it.
Is it crazy for me to really mean it? To feel the way I do and about a woman that I only just met?
Well ... if it is, then call me crazy.
Cracked.
Completely batshit.
'Cause I am.
Fucking crazy.
So fucking crazy for this cynical girl with the melancholy eyes and occasionally coaxable smile.
Huffing a laugh, I stand up to wipe the scratchy sand from the numb ass of my pants, grabbing my ride before walking back towards the boardwalk where I find her closing up shop.
"Do you walk home alone every night, Sunny?" I ask, startling a small gasp from between her lips.
When she turns, the walkway lamp lights up her relieved face and I see those lips are still just as pink.
The moon glows as she glowers.
"You scared the shit out of me," she grumbles, pushing against my chest to try and walk by but I grab her hand, holding it there, right over the rapid beat of my pounding heart.
I don't care if she feels it.
I hope she does.
"What?" she tilts her head, a small smile pulling at the edge of those pink lips. "You've got nothing better to do than stand around all day and stalk me?"
"Better? No," I answer honestly, letting her hand slip from my fingers, ignoring the scratch of the claws she bears from under her mumbled breath.
"Why am I not surprised?"
Following closely behind, I think that maybe I've made a mistake: sitting on her beach, getting lost in thought, not realizing how late it had gotten while I thought about her.
She doesn't even realize this is all her own fault.
"I never got an answer," I say, dropping my board to the ground to skate along beside her, appreciating the way her hair blows in the wind, how the thin, peach fabric clings to her body, the flap, flap, flapping of her pearl strapped flip flops while they compete with the gritty roll of the wheels.
"An answer to what?" she wounds, slicing with the sharp edge of that smart tongue.
And I get it.
I get it.
And I can play along.
Glad to.
"Our date, Sunny," I clarify, coming to a standstill and flipping the board up in my hand.
Sliding my free hand into hers, I thread our fingers before slightly swinging her around to face me.
Her hand feels cool, small and dainty in mine. They fit perfectly.
"Thirty minutes," she whispers once I pull her close, pushing the unruly auburn strands from her shoulder, breathing in deep as her strawberry-sweetened breath washes over me.
"Thirty minutes?"
Sunny nods, swallowing as she attempts to avoid my eyes.
Attempts but fails.
"It takes me thirty minutes to walk home, so you've got thirty minutes to convince me to go out with you."
She fights a losing battle with that smile and I grin wider, always down for a challenge.
Dropping my board back to the ground, I place one foot on the grainy surface. Sunny's gasp excites as I place my hands on her waist, nodding to the board before leaning in, my nose brushing gently against the delicate curve of her ear.
"I can do it in fifteen."
Go, Hoodie! Go, Hoodie! Who helped me! But then I tweaked it! So now I'm unsure of myself..
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