Rosalie POV;

I held onto the boxes as I made my way upstairs. Damn moving was killing me. I was finally moving into my own apartment and no one had offered to help.

My name is Rosalie Hale, I'm 21, I'm single, and I was finally out of college. I decided that I wanted to move to New York and try to make a life for myself.

"Do you need help?", I heard a deep voice ask me from behind.

I turned slightly to see a cute muscular man standing there. "Please.", I bit my lip as he took the boxes.

"Where are you headed to?".

"Apartment 67E.", I slowly replied. This man was making me so nervous and tingly. God, he was handsome as hell too. He had these cute brown curls, deep brown eyes, and freaking dimples.

We slowly walked up the stairs, and I was watching his every move. If something happened to my stuff, I'd probably yell at the poor stranger. "You don't have to watch me. I'm not going to break or steal your stuff.", He smiled at me and flashed his dimples.

I felt warmth in between my legs. Great. Not only was he helping me out, he was turning me on. "I'm just picky on who I trust.".

"Well, I hope to become one of those people.", He smiled as he reached my apartment. I searched for the keys. "My name is Emmett, by the way. I felt like I should introduce myself to my neighbor.".

I unlocked the door and opened it for him. "Neighbor? Which one are you in?", I raised my eyebrow.

"69E.", He smiled and sat the boxes on the table. "What else do you have?".

"My bed, and bags.", I smiled as we headed back down the elevator.

"I'll help you put your bed together and everything. You shouldn't have to do that on your own.", He smiled lightly at me.

"Thank you.", I watched his eyes. God, this man was so damn cute. And he was my neighbor! I'd defiantly be talking to Bella and Alice about this tonight,

"You're very pretty.", He bit at his lip.

"Thank you.", I blushed hard. Suddenly, I felt a hard jerk and the elevator stopped. "Why did we stop suddenly?".

"We're stuck. It happens sometimes. It takes them about 2 hours to get it to work again.", He said as he sat down. I moved down by him and sighed.

"That's great.", I watched the doors and yawned a bit.

We ended up talking and getting to know each other. I learned he was 27, owned his own business, had 2 brothers, and he enjoyed baseball.

"There's no way you're 27, you don't even look like it.", I smiled as I leaned against him.

"I hear that a lot. Honestly, you don't look 21.", He said lightly.

"I get that a lot too.", I bit my lip. "And I mean a lot a lot.".

"By creeps?", He looked concerned.

"Sometimes..", I closed my eyes.

"I don't want to seem like a creep or a perv, but I really wanna take you out tonight.".

"Tonight?", I asked. Why so soon? Was this his way of hitting on me?

"Mhm. If that's okay. Or, we could order pizza and I could help you unpack?", He suggested.

I nodded, "We can order pizza.".

"You never told me where you were from.", He glanced down at me.

"Washington. I lived in a small town of 2,000.".

"Why'd you come all the way to New York? That's really far away and a big change in population.".

"I went to college for my basics, and came here to try to model. Honestly, this'll make me sound lazy, but I'd much rather be at home than out and about.".

"Like a stay at home mom or house wife?", He asked.

I laughed lightly. "Kind of.. It's dumb and old-fashioned, I know..".

"No, it isn't. I like it. That's exactly how I picture my future wife and mother of my children, to be honest. I don't trust a lot of people, so I'd know my kids are safe at home with their mom. I'm a lawyer, so I hear a lot about children being abused by the babysitter. And if someone ever touched my child like that, I'd probably kill their ass.", He held me protectively.

"Most men would want a working woman because that's what hot now. I just, I've never pictured myself as a working woman. I adore children and that's what I want to do..", I closed my eyes. "Maybe I'm just paranoid..".

"No, don't doubt yourself. You'll find a man who likes a woman to raise the children while he works. Hell, maybe it'll be me.", He joked at the end.

"Maybe.", I whispered quietly.

"Really?", He asked. "You'd marry me even though you know nothing about me?".

"It's a possibility.".

"Damn.".

"Hm?", I glanced up at him.

"Usually girls don't really care to date me. I have looks and pretty well endowed, but I also enjoy working, and watching sports.".

I blushed hard. This man, who I've only known for less than 2 hours, had just told me he was pretty big below the belt. And somehow, that turned me on. I haven't had sex in quite a while and honestly, I wouldn't mind getting it from this man.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm so sorry.", He apologized quickly.

"No, no. It's okay.", I bit my lip.