Bella vents about her of the snow.
Let It Snow
"Ugh." I said, ing just outside the classroom door, as I looked toward a white parking lot. The hand he had wrapped around my waist pulled me closer to him.
"What?" he asked.
"It's snowing," was my response.
"Yeah, so?"
"I don't like snow."
"And why is that?"
"Because it's wet."
"So's rain."
"Yeah, but it's colder than rain. And it lures you into a false sense of happiness by looking drier than rain, but sends your hopes crashing straight down once it melts on your skin and clothes and is just as wet and uncomfortable as rain." My voice progressed in volume the farther I got along in my little speech. I ended with a little 'humph', crossing my arms for emphasis.
He chuckled. "You sure have put a lot of thought into this."
"No," I shook my head. "That's just the only way to describe it."
He laughed again, and all at once, I was transfixed by his gorgeous topaz eyes once more. I never looked away from them, and I didn't notice that he was closing the distance between us, but soon his porcelain lips were on mine and I couldn't remember what we had been talking about. My legs began to feel weak, so wrapped my arms around his neck to support myself, being careful not to push his self-control while keeping myself on my feet.
When he pulled away, I noticed a mischievous glint in his eye.
"How'd that song go? 'Let it Rain'?"
"No," I said as if only an idiot would forget the name of the song, smacking him on the arm. It was a little difficult because he hadn't moved his arm. I didn't want him to either. "It's 'Let it Snow'." I crossed my arms again.
He let out another laugh and began to pull me towards the cars. "Come on."
I went grudgingly, but soon forgot my snow issues at I felt his face bury in my hair.