FAGE Six Pack
Title: Lighthouse in the Storm
Written for: mama4dukes
Written By: Bell 1 (Aunt Bell)
Chapter Word Count (minus A/N): 5,675
A/N – An extra special thanks to hlsmithfor their beta work, to MarieCarro her amazing banner work and patience, and finally to hlsmith and MarieCarro for their help with pre-reading. Thank you also readingmama (vampmama) for managing this gift exchange through writing.
Unfortunately, I did not create these characters, but thanks to Stephenie Meyer I am allowed to play with them for my enjoyment and mold them to my imagination.
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Chapter Five – His Saving Grace
BPOV
"Ben", I say weakly, "It's not me… it's not me. Get me to Seattle immediately. Emmett… Emmett is in trouble. Something is wrong. We need to get to him."
"Bella, we don't know where he is. How can we help him if we don't know where to find him?" Ben says.
"Trust me. We will find him." Seth scoops me into his arms and takes off to the car. We speed back to the city with my directing them where to go. We end up outside the now empty space, formally the location of Alice's custom clothing store. The pain doesn't really ease, but I find a way to function through it.
"Let's split up." We get out of the car, grab a spotlight from the trunk of Ben's car, and head our separate ways – Ben heading toward the East, Seth to the North, and I to the West.
I'm checking every nook and cranny I come across… doorways, stairways going down, sculptures, and alleyways. I pass several homeless people and take serious looks, hoping to find the man I compare to other men. A few try to grope me; all of them beg for money. There are even families or women with small children living out of boxes, and huddled together under winter coats or blankets, trying to keep warm. Having been through this countless times before, I hand them a business card of a church working with restaurants in the area, much like the arrangement I have with Port Angeles.
The churches give them a meal and provide them with clothing and shelter when possible. They have also helped many get back on their feet, finding work and places to live… reeducating them on how to live and manage their life.
I keep moving as much as I can, desperate to find him. Something within telling me this is the night we will be reunited.
Reaching the corner of First and Marion, the pain within lessens slightly, like a game of hot and cold. On the Southwest corner of the street I see a figure curled up and facing the middle of the intersection. When I approach I notice they are passed out with nothing more than the clothes on their back, a flannel button up and a pair of holey slacks. With temperatures in the low thirties, this is no way for anyone to be dressed.
I bend down to take a closer look, rolling them from their left side onto their back and gasp in shock. Even through the dirt, grime, and scruffy mountain man-looking beard, I would recognize him.
"Emmett." I say through a sigh. Without my cell phone, I am left flailing. What should I do? I don't want to leave him here like this. Removing my wool, knee-length winter coat, I drape it over him. It hardly covers his upper body. "Emmett," shaking him gently, I continue trying to wake him.
After about three minutes, he begins to groan and his eyes flutter. "Be –" he begins before coughing overtakes him. Having left my phone at the hotel, I cannot call Ben or Seth.
The once filled out man is now weak and frail. He has lost considerable muscle mass and is actually quite thin for his structure, something I never thought possible for him. His body is significantly less dense than before due to the massive weight loss in the ten months since Alice died. Has he been eating at all?
Due to Emmett's condition and basic size I need to leave him here. Thankfully, there is a Java Stop across the street.
"Emmett, I need to call 9-1-1. I'll be back as soon as possible. Please don't go anywhere, okay?" By the looks of him, it appears he won't be going anywhere, but I feel better saying it and feel he needs to hear the words also.
He points to the middle of the intersection. "Allie."
Checking once more for the street signs, I realize we are at the same place my best friend was struck during a car chase not even a year ago. My heart breaks for him. Things haven't been easy for him in over two years, but that day was the final blow, catapulting him to where he is now. I could kill James and his posse.
Not having the heart to bring up what happened to his sister and see what he remembers, "I know, Emmett, but we have to take care of you right now. Please wait here." One slow nod is all I receive for an answer before he falls limp once more.
I sprint across the street and into the business. "Please call 9-1-1! My friend needs help!" I say as I point toward where Emmett lies.
A young server looks up at my outburst. "For the homeless guy across the street? Why bother? He has been hanging out at the corner every day for the past week. He's not worth the call."
I cannot believe the blatant, dismissive, and callous attitude of this young lady, but I don't have time to deal with her. The manager emerges from the back, phone to his ear.
"Yes, the Southwest corner of First Street and Marion Street. His friend requested the call. Yes… Okay." He hands me the phone. "They would like to speak with you. The phone should reach across the street. Go to your friend. I will send Jane to retrieve the phone after emergency service arrives." He hands me a large bottle of water with the phone. "God bless your friend."
"Thank you." I whisper, grabbing the phone and rushing across the street to Emmett. "Hello."
"Ma'am, I understand you request emergency service. I have sent the ambulance and the police. What is your name?"
"Bella Swan."
"Okay, Bella, what is your friend's name?"
"Emmet McCarty."
"Could you please tell me what happened?"
"When I arrived, Emmett was passed out on the corner. I was able to rouse him briefly before he closed his eyes again. I then rushed across the street for a phone." I stop when I reach his still form.
"Are you with him now?"
"Yes." I hear the sirens in the distance and sit on the sidewalk, leaning against the traffic light pole.
"Is he awake?"
I'm surprised to find Emmett looking intently at me. "It appears he is awake again", I say as I lift Emmett's head into my lap. I put the bottle of water to his lips, his eyes locked on my own. I pour small amounts of water into his mouth at a time, brushing my left fingers through his hair with the phone cradled between my left shoulder and ear. He lies limply across my outstretched legs, opening his mouth after each swallow, waiting for more.
"Okay. That is a good sign. Could you get him to tell you what happened?" Thankfully the sirens are becoming louder, getting closer.
"Emmett? Can you tell me what happened?" He simply shakes his head once. "Okay. Do you know why you passed out?" The only answer is a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"Sir, when he tried to talk earlier, he was only able to get half a word out before a coughing spell overtook him. And from what I can gather, he isn't sure what happened. I am giving him small sips of water now." Just then the ambulance arrives. "The ambulance is here now."
"Okay. I'm going to let you go. Remember to tell them anything you know about his medical history and condition when you found him."
"Thank you." I end the call just as the paramedics approach and begin to explain everything I know to them while they tend to Emmett as the waitress from the café approaches with an extended right hand.
"Done?" She asks in a flat, irritated tone.
I simply hand the phone to her and thank her. A snort escapes her lips as she walks across the street. I'll have to remember to thank the manager and maybe even mention her attitude. Something could be going on in her life that is contributing to her attitude, but as entrepreneur in food service, I believe it should be addressed or it could impact business sales, if it hasn't already. However, my worries are for the man lying in front of me.
As they load Emmett into the ambulance, they inform me it appears he is malnourished and dehydrated, based on his physical changes and the current symptoms of lethargy, weakness, dry lips, and dry eyes. When they offer to let me ride with him to the hospital I don't hesitate to get into the back. With the exception of a blocked view while they tend to him, he has not taken his eyes off me… as though he is afraid I will disappear. Not a chance Emmett. NOT. A. CHANCE.
It's been three days since we nearly lost Emmett on the same intersection Alice died, but he hasn't spoken a word. I'm so worried; I haven't departed his side unless it is to get him some water, or for restroom breaks. Seth and Ben have been bringing me food after losing the fight of convincing me to leave and get some rest. I told them I would rest when Emmett is fully recovered and not a moment sooner, until then I will remain with him no matter what.
I've been tending to Emmett each day, listening to the doctor's orders. Edward is due in from Michigan today to take over his care and moving him to Forks hospital. I need to tend to my business and responsibilities, but refuse to be far away from him. This way I can be by his side quickly if needed. As it is, I feel his desperation whenever he wakes and notices I am not in the room, even though I am only on the other side of the wall tending to necessary waste disposal.
Edward, or Dr. Masen, received a job offer with Forks hospital and was considering turning it down until he heard about Emmett a few days ago.
Edward, Jasper, and Peter have been so worried about him since Alice died. Unable to reach him following the news of his sister's passing, they have been frantic with worry knowing he has no other family and that James is bad news. Panic set in and they had many Skype© sessions trying to figure out where he could be, or what could have happened.
Last May they met in Seattle to search for him and brainstorm to recall things he said while they attended UDub together. Then they remembered the mention of Alice's best friend. Before his accident, Emmett only knew of me through Alice's tales and his relaying them during locker room bantering.
They recalled a change in how he spoke of me in the locker room and while recovering at his parents' home. The shift in their best friend was evident to them, but they didn't want to say anything to keep him from pursuing the apparent interest he had in me. Now, they wish they had pushed him. Since they couldn't go back in time, they decided to hunt me down.
It didn't take much once they reached Forks, hoping to come across someone who knew where they could find Bella Swan. How they discovered me still makes me laugh.
"Damn it!"
Jasper and Edward notice Peter looking into the rearview mirror as the car slows down. The "Welcome to Forks" sign is a mere half-mile ahead when they turn to look out the back of the car and laugh hysterically. They have been telling him to slow, but Peter has been confident with his new radar detector.
Unfortunately for him, the Forks Chief of Police didn't even have his LiDAR speed gun turned on since every now and then he likes to follow behind a vehicle in the unmarked vehicle and pace them. The lights on top are no taller than a suitcase rack, but they produce more than enough light to alert drivers of his authority.
Charlie approaches cautiously and looks into the car, seeing three young men. He laughs internally, remembering a time when he and his friends used to dismiss the rules of the road as well… until he discovered he would be a father at the age of eighteen. Immediately following his high school graduation, he went to WSP Training Academy. Shortly following his graduation from the academy, a position opened in Forks. Five years later, the reigning Chief of Police retired and the Forks mayor, Austin Marks, offered the position to Charlie.
After composing himself, Charlie knocks on the window. Once it is rolled down he simply says, "License, registration, and proof of insurance".
"What is the problem, Officer… Swan?" Peter says as he hands over the requested documentation, but shrinks back at the look on the officer's face.
"Do you think I was born yesterday, Son?"
"No, Sir."
"Then let me turn the question back on you. Why do you think you were pulled over today?"
"Well, I… "
A couple minutes of listening to the young man him and haw Charlie decides to let him off the hook. "Well, you were pulled over for speeding, but I won't force you to incriminate yourself. I caught you going nearly twenty miles over the speed limit. I see you are from Massachusetts. Quite a ways from home, what brings you to this part of Washington?"
"I don't believe I have to answer that, Sir."
This impresses Charlie. This man seems to be well versed in his rights. "True, but you seem to be in quite a hurry to get somewhere and since there isn't much happening in this part of the state, I can't imagine what set your knickers on fire. So, in the interest of getting through this quickly, why don't you indulge me by telling me what brings you here? I assume you are passing through, but I have lived in this area all of my life. Maybe there is something I could help you with?"
Edward and Jasper nod, encouraging Peter to tell officer Swan. "Well, Sir, we are worried about a friend of ours. We haven't been able to reach him since his sister's accident. We were unable to make it to the funeral, but after several unsuccessful attempts to contact him, we remembered he grew up in Forks and thought we would ask if anyone knew his sister's best friend."
This surprises Charlie greatly; too many similarities to Bella's situation. He has known his little girl's interest in Mr. McCarthy since she was a senior in high school, but for the life of him could never understand why they hadn't dated. Especially considering how determined she was to see him while he was serving an undeserving sentence. He has known Emmett since he was seven; Bella was two. Neither of them remembers that day, but it will forever be ingrained into his memory.
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The first day Emmett met Bella was on the playground at Forks Elementary school. I brought her there just as school ended to let go of some energy before supper. As students boarded the buses, were picked up by their mother or father, and others began their walk home, Bella stood shyly behind my right leg and hid her face into my thigh. Try as I might, I couldn't convince her to let go and play. Just as I was about to give up and go home, a young boy came up and offered to help.
"Hello. You are Officer Swan, right?" His voice had Bella immediately looking at him with a big smile. The boy noticed her then and returned her smile.
"Yes, I am. What is your name, young man?"
The boy puffs out his chest in pride. "Emmett McCarty, Sir. I remember you came to school last week. I want to be a cop someday."
"Is that so? Well, if you ever want to learn more about becoming a cop, you just tell your parents you are welcome to visit me at the police station any time."
He smiles brightly at the offer. "Officer Swan?"
"Yes."
He crooked his finger in a come-hither motion. I crouched down to his level as much as I could with my two-year old daughter clinging to my leg. "Is she your daughter?" I nodded, allowing him to continue. "I think she is my sister's age. Do you mind if I play with her?"
The question was a double-edge sword for me. It was innocent enough, but seeing how they reacted toward each other without saying anything, a more adult meaning crossed my mind first. I wanted Bella to have some fun when she visits me and maybe meeting a potential friend will help.
If he has a sister her age, maybe Bella could have at least a couple of friends here.
"Sure, Emmett. I don't seem to be having any luck." Without another word, I nodded in encouragement and allowed him to try.
He walked up to my daughter and simply held out his hand. Bella's smile brightened ten-fold as she took his hand. My heart broke a little in the moment. Not having my little girl with me every day was hard enough, but someday, quicker than I'd like, there will be another guy to replace me and take her from me.
They ran off toward the swing set. He helped her into a swing. While pushing her, he would instruct her how to pump her legs in order to swing on her own. In this moment, I knew he wouldn't become a cop. His talents were in teaching; so patient and kind, caring and gentle, but determined.
An hour later, they tried out practically all the play equipment when his father pulled up to take him home. We conversed briefly before he whisked Emmett away, but nothing more comes of it. He was quite disappointed in my not contacting him, or his wife to let them know Emmett was safe with my daughter and me. A friendship did not form between us.
It was fifteen years before the two children saw each other again. The sparks were still there, as though time and separation held no meaning.
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Looking more closely at the three young men, Charlie recognizes them as former Husky football players and doesn't have a hard time believing their story, or connection to the very man his daughter and he have been searching for in Seattle every weekend for the past month. There is no way he will let her roam in the city alone. He has heard too many horror stories and too much gossip about the organized crime there to allow such a thing, but eventually he will have to rely on others to help keep his daughter safe.
Seeing how Carlisle Cullen took care of the jail situation impressed Charlie enough to realize he could trust the man. The situation told Charlie that Judge Cullen doesn't shrink away from the corruptness and underhanded scheming. Since court sessions are during normal business hours, he has been available to accompany Bella on her searches.
Thankfully, Seth and Ben also assist. Both young men grew up in this area, so Charlie has known them since they were young.
Charlie isn't ready to let these men go so easily. After all they were speeding on his so-called turf and could have potentially cost the life of another. This would not have done the town well in the close-knit area, but due to their situation, he is willing to let them off with a verbal warning.
"Do you even know his sister's name, or her friend's?"
"Yes, Sir. His sister's name was Alice McCarty Deschamps. Her friend's name is Bella, but we do not know her last name."
Charlie smirks. "Would you be able to describe this Bella to me?"
The male in the passenger seat speaks up. "No, Sir. We haven't met her, but we do know she is brunette and accident prone; at least when she was younger."
The one in the backseat contributes. "She also has deep brown eyes and… Oh!"
Jasper's eyes widen suddenly as his two friends swivel around to look at him, but his eyes are locked on Charlie. It is then Jasper remembers the mention of Bella's father being a police officer and whispers such to his friends.
Charlie laughs boisterously as three pairs of eyes stare in disbelief. Suddenly the Peter speaks up. "You… you don't happen to… um… to… have a daughter by the name of Bella… do… do you?"
Charlie simply nods through his laughter while composing himself. Now is the time to be serious. "What exactly do you want from my daughter?"
"Well, we are simply hoping she has heard from him, or might know where we could find him."
Charlie's heart goes out to these men because he is fully aware Bella is in the same position, but he doesn't want any more stress to fall upon her shoulders.
Bella already has a lot to deal with; at only twenty-three, she is a successful business owner who has lost her best friend and cannot locate the brother of this former best friend. She knew something was wrong when Alice's only living relative did not show up to his sister's funeral. Alice and Emmett had a close sibling bond, so there was no way he would miss his sister being laid to rest.
Charlie can already see some of the physical signs due to the stress and worry of not knowing where the man, Charlie knows Bella loves, is located. Why his daughter has never told Emmett she is interested in him is beyond comprehension. Unfortunately, Charlie knows it is partly his own fault.
Sure, Charlie taught her the importance of finding a guy who respects her and treats her like the rare treasure he sees in his daughter, but he is afraid it was too effective. The other side is; he blames himself for not being the best example. He hasn't exactly put himself out there either by telling the woman he has loved for years he would like to be more than her friend.
Tiffany Call had been a single mother all of her son's life, but Charlie was there for her at any moment she needed his help.
They met one summer at a barbeque held by his best friend, Billy Black. She was invited because Embry Call and Jacob Black were best friends. Charlie felt an instant connection to her, but he was still in love with his ex-wife and mourning the misfortune of not being able to see his little girl grow up every day.
Tiffany's heart went out to him, but her heart was still hoping Embry's father, Joshua Uley, would return to be a real father to his son and a husband to her. Unfortunately, deep down she realized this would never come to be after he abandoned his wife and child shortly following her relocation to the Quileute reservation from her own tribe on the Makah reservation so her son could be born on the land of his father.
Seeing what his daughter is going through was the push Charlie needed to overcome all of it. Their first date was two months ago and cemented their bond. For the first time in years, he woke up last weekend with a woman in his arms and couldn't be happier.
"Listen here, boys. I understand you are concerned about your friend, but let me make myself clear." Charlie waits for their nods. "My daughter has been practically running herself ragged trying to find Mr. McCarty. Along with her everyday responsibilities she is spending every waking moment trying to find him. As you will see, it is beginning to take a toll on her. I will not have you adding to her stress."
"No, Sir. We wouldn't hear of it. We only want to help, if we can."
"Alright, follow me then. And if I catch you driving so carelessly again, you can bet I won't be so kind." He hands back Peter's documentation. "Let this be your only warning", he says sternly.
They all nod with wide eyes. Something about the man scares them enough to know not to test him.
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It is just after closing when my father walks in the door with three slightly scared men on his heel. After introductions are made, I offer each of them their choice of baked goods and get Dad his favorite pumpkin spice bar with a cup of black coffee. Once I gather everyone's choice and drinks, I join them at a table in the center of the dining area while my associates work on the closing routine.
The moment Peter tastes my baked goods he is hooked and has at least two other items. Throughout our conversation, he tries convincing me to open a café in Massachusetts.
The following day, he comes in practically bouncing with glee and orders several items. I offer the three men on the house choices again, but Peter won't hear of it. The entire time they are here, he checks his phone. Then he suddenly bursts from his seat with a loud "YES!"
Every eye turns to look at him, but he ignores them as his friends laugh at his enthusiasm.
"Careful, Bella, he is on a mission and you are the goal." Jasper tells me as Peter stalks up to me as though I am his prey.
"Miss Bella, I'm about to give you an offer you can't refuse."
"Is that so?" The over-enthusiastic nod is hilarious. "Pray tell, what irresistible offer could you possibly have for me, Mr. Melco?"
"Well, as it turns out, I happen to have a very strong connection to a computer genius."
"What would I need with someone who is good with computers?"
"In today's world of technology, many business owners have a website to help them advertise. It is obvious you are doing very well on your own, but just think how much more successful you would be if you had an online website where people from other states could enjoy your pastries and baked goods by ordering online."
"I've looked into getting a website, Peter, but the maintenance and upkeep is beyond what I am willing to pay. Plus the local business alone keeps me pretty busy. I don't know how I would handle organizing online orders too."
"We can start out small with the order possibilities, but I guarantee the cost will be something you can handle."
"Oh really? How could your source possibly be so much more affordable?"
The smirk crossing his face is a little creepy. "The fee is simple. Send a variety of your baked goods to this address", he slides a business card across the counter, "once a month".
I give him a dubious look. "Are you serious? Who is your contact? Why would they be willing to accept so little compared to others? Are you sure they are as good as you say?"
"Serious as a heart attack. I promise you, my contact IS good." He wiggles his eyebrows. "If it makes me happy and she can achieve it, my wife will move heaven and Earth." When my eyebrows rise, he relents. "Okay, maybe I had to promise to put my laundry in the hamper, fold clothes, do the dishes, take out the trash, and be her willing slave for the rest of my life."
I laugh. "Even though I haven't met her, I think I would like your wife." I hold my right hand out toward him. "Okay, we have a deal. I'll have my friend draw up a contract and send it to you." He takes my hand, gives it one firm shake, and then lifts my hand to his lips for a gentlemanly kiss.
It has been a week since moving Emmett to Forks hospital. He still hasn't spoken a word. Unsure of his state of mind and what he can, or cannot handle, I don't tell him anything involving his disappearance, or Alice. I keep the one-sided conversation basic, talking about my job and the process of expanding to Seattle. Since his friends could also be a sore subject, I don't mention their visit.
I've been away from work for two weeks. My friends and Charlie have been helping by watching over the café while I've been away.
Today is the first day I am going to leave him alone, but he has been improving every day. He no longer needs my help now, having regained some of his strength and energy, even though he still has a long way to go. I am confident he will be all right, especially since Jasper and Peter will be here around nine this morning.
At three thirty in the morning, I give the sleeping man a kiss on the forehead, anxiety building within, before I whisper in his ear, "I'll see you soon, Handsome."
"Don't… don't go." He croaks out, opening his eyes.
My mouth drops open in shock. "Em- Emmett?"
He takes a long drink from the water cup next to him and then smiles brightly. "Hi, Beautiful."
My shock changes to surprise as my eyebrows rise. Did I just hear him right? Did he just call me beautiful? I am speechless. He laughs.
It is as if a switch was flipped overnight. The docile and subdued man is speaking and even laughing.
I say the only thing I can, "Hi".
He chuckles. "Looks like I got my way."
Not wanting to leave now that he is talking again, I pull the cell phone from my purse without taking my eyes off him and dial the only person I know will be awake at this time. Charlie picks up on the first ring as I am pouring more water into Emmett's cup.
"Is everything okay, Kiddo?"
I indicate to Emmett to drink some more water.
"Everything is great, Dad, but I need you to open the store this morning. It looks like I'm needed here."
"What happened? Is Emmett okay?"
"More than okay, but would you mind if I explain later?"
"No, I'll call you if there are any problems, but don't worry."
Dad's only responsibility is opening the café for the employees and setting up the front – filling shakers, napkins, and setting up the cash register. When the pastries and baked goods are ready, he helps getting several variations into the display cases.
"Thank you, Daddy. I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too, Kiddo. Bye."
I hang up; still looking at the man I love. I nearly lost him and do not want to waste any more time. When I feel he has recovered enough, I plan to tell him exactly how I feel.
After several minutes, neither of us has looked away; the look on his face is intense. I finally get myself together enough to speak.
"Emmett, I'm so thankful you are speaking again. I've been so worried about you and have so much to tell you, but I need to know how you are before I do. Will you please tell me what happened?"
"It can wait. There is something much more important I need to tell you."
"What can be more important, Emmett?" Unable to hold it in much longer, I break my rule. "You've been missing for a year. We've been so worried about you that we've been searching non-stop. I feared the worst, but something told me you were still alive, well, until the night I found you…" I stop there, tears streaming down my face.
Emmett reaches out and tugs on my right arm to pull me into his side for comfort. When I am nestled into his left side, he begins rubbing my back with his right hand as his left arm holds me tightly to him.
"Shhh, Bella, shhh. I promise to tell you everything, but it can all wait. Nothing is more important than what I need to tell you." He gently rocks from side-to-side for a few minutes as I calm down.
"Okay, I'm listening."
"I know you have a business to run and haven't left my side for the past two weeks, but when you were telling me you were leaving, I couldn't bear for you to leave without talking with you." With is right index finger, he hooks it under my chin, lifts it until I am looking at him once more, and stares into my eyes.
"I missed so much in the past several months, but looking into your warm, brown eyes is the only home I need. I have spent so many years too afraid to tell you how I feel about you."
I begin to interject, but he moves his index finger from my chin to my lips. "Please let me finish." I simply nod.
"Being your best friend's brother, I never thought you could, or would, see me as anything more than a brother or a friend. However, this past year has taught me life is too short. I know now, more than ever, why you are so important.
"You are my gift, the one meant for me because, well, as cliché as this may sound, God gave me you. The reason I am here is you, my guiding light and an angel in my arms. You have been there through all of my stormy waters. I cannot waste one more minute without you knowing…
"… I love you, Bella Marie Swan."
My eyes light up and a large grin over comes me just before I say, "Ditto".
Needing no further invitation, he tenderly pulls my face toward him and captures my lips into a kiss full of passion, need, and desire. After a few minutes, I pull away. "I love you, Emmett Nathaniel McCarthy."
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Posted: 11-01-13