Fun in the fluff!


As I lift my head, peeking over the fender of my car, a snowball slams into my shoulder. I laugh, incredulous. "Cheater," I yell as I lob my own ball in the general direction of where it came. "Come out, scaredy-cat. I won't hurt you."

My hand is drawn back, ready to chuck another ball of ice at the first sign of movement. My eyes scan the vast white landscape, anticipating my revenge. To the left, at the corner of the cabin, a flash of red catches my attention. Instead of overreacting, I stay low and work my way around the car to sneak down the other side of the cabin.

Pausing, I roll up three more softball-sized ice weapons before making my way around to the back. When I reach the far corner, I peek around, careful not to make any noise. He's there, up near the other end, huddled close to the side of the cabin. I take several deep breaths, gathering my courage.

With a loud scream, I round the corner, my feet pounding against the tightly packed snow. He jumps, turning to face me just in time to receive a ball to the chest. His jaw drops, and the second ball hits him in the neck. Before he can gather his wits, the third ball smacks him on his forehead.

He takes off, running toward me, and I throw the last ball only for it to go wide and miss him altogether. "Now what?" he says, tackling me and sending us both flying to the ground. "Someone was being sneaky." He digs in, tickling my sides.

'Stop!" I half-laugh, half-scream. "Don't be a sore loser."

"I'm not sore at all," he says, laughing. "I just like making you squirm." He stops the torture and allows me to catch my breath. As he stares down at me, my heart hammers inside my chest. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Heat burns my cheeks. "I'm sure I look a mess."

"A fresh-faced, gorgeous mess," he whispers, running his tongue across his bottom lip, "who's obliterating all of my carefully constructed expectations."

"What does that mean?" I ask, my brows furrowing.

"I'm not even sure myself." He snorts, rolling over to lay beside me in the snow. "Being here with you has changed things for me, though I'm not exactly sure how." He turns to meet my eyes. "I guess I need to figure it out."

This conversation is much too heavy for Christmas Eve, so I do the only logical thing. I move about three feet away from him and spread my arms. With gusto, I start moving them up and down in wide arcs. After sitting up and looking at me like I've lost my mind, he catches on and joins in the fun. By the time we retreat inside, the yard is covered in snow angels, and we're both soaked to the bone.

"How about a hot shower?" Edward asks as we're just inside the door, removing our wet coats. "Then we can bake some cookies and maybe settle in for a Christmas flick?"

"Sounds enticing," I reply, handing him my jacket. "Toss those in the dryer, and I'll meet you in the bathroom."

His eyes rake over me, heating me from the inside. "I'll be right behind you."

I hurry to the bathroom, eager to get these wet clothes off and jump under the warm spray. The chill has settled in, and it feels like it goes all the way to the bone. Maybe it's partly because my stay is halfway over, or maybe it's because something happened earlier and I'm unsure what it was. I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to make the most of every second I have with Edward.

By the time he joins me in the steamy escape, my mind is made up and I drop to my knees before him. His cock twitches to life at the simple action. This hasn't been the best experience for me in the past, but somehow, I know it won't be the same with Edward.

He gives me confidence.

"Bella," he groans, fisting my hair. "Are you sure?"

I lick my lips. "Absolutely."


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