7
It takes four big, strong men to pull your four-wheeler out of the middle of the pit that I get it stuck in.
"That's why you don't let your chick behind the handlebars." A meathead laughs when you're finished.
You climb out of the pit and wrap a mud-drenched arm around my shoulders. "She made getting caught look good though, didn't she?"
I'm so humiliated I can't even question the meaning behind your words.
You check your four-wheeler over and tell me it's fine, just a little soggy.
I want to walk back to Emmett's truck and wait for him and Rose to have their fun so I can go home. I see a thorough shower and a pint of Ben and Jerry's in my future, but you refuse to let me feel bad.
Instead, you pick me up and place me on the back of your rig and climb aboard.
"It was an accident, Bella. We'll head to a smaller pit, and you can try again."
Wait, what? "Try again?"
"Yeah. Who cares about what that dick said. You were doing great until we hit the middle. I'm sure your quad probably would have skipped across the surface, but mine is bigger, and there were two of us."
Your words make me feel better, but I'm still embarrassed.
"Put your arms around me, Lovely," you tell me. "We still have a couple hours before the park closes."
Your little nickname for me is new. It does things to me, but I don't want to let you know that. I wrap my arms around your middle tightly and prepare for the ride.
Within seconds, I'm laughing again and enjoying the splashes of mud that hit us from all sides as we make our way through the pit.
You make me feel good, Edward. Better than I have in a while, and the funny thing is that you don't even realize it.
