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ROSALIE POV

I really didn't know what to do. My mind could not comprehend what he had just said, and I guess I just froze. He sat down beside me on the floor with his scattered CD's and leaned in, closing his eyes as he did so, and I found mine closing as well. I wasn't even thinking. I couldn't even breathe.

His lips touched mine and the entire world just… didn't exist anymore. It was just him, and even though we were sitting on a blue carpet surrounded by scattered CD's, I couldn't imagine anywhere in the world I'd rather be.

It was not my first kiss, needless to say. I had kissed Royce often, and I had my first kiss when I was fourteen. (LONG story, but lets just say it involves the guy I had a major crush on, a screaming two-year-old girl named Mishka, summer camp, and an automatic-bubble-blower.) But this seemed… different somehow. I couldn't explain it, but it was a feeling I had never had before, I feeling I knew in that instant I wanted to feel for the rest of my life.

Then, reality sunk in. He was kissing me. What? NO ONE kissed me. I was off-limits! And he knew that!

I grabbed his arm, and twisted him off of me. He was huge, but he hadn't expected it, and he was dazed still. (Heh heh. My kiss dazed him. Wait! I'm not happy about this!) I was sitting on him after about five seconds. Went total Black Widow on him.

He looked up at me, shock all over his face. "What the hell was that?" He said.

I was breathless, but whether that was from the kiss or the effort of pinning him I wasn't sure. "You kissed me!" I shrieked right back.

"Yah! Usually girls aren't in this position after only one kiss though!" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. He could turn everything into a perverted joke, couldn't he? Boys. I did what I thought was apropriate. I elbowed his stomach. (Oh. God. He had abs. I should've seen that coming, but… wow.)

He didn't even flinch. Well. That was degrading.

"You'll have to do better than that." He said matter of factly.

"Ugh!" I made a sound of annoyance. I rolled off him and flopped down on the floor beside him.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Most girls would be making out with you at this point."

"Which is why I like you." He grinned at me. My breathing hitched.

"W-What?" I said, feeling abnormally flustered.

"That's why I like you," He said, turning his body to face me. "Because you're not like other girls. Smarter, more beautiful, faster, stronger-"

Then, I did something I probably shouldn't have, but, in hindsight, it was probably the smartest thing I've ever done. I got on my knees and kissed him.

With me in control, it was a whole different experience. The same essentially, but now HE was the one short of breath, blushing red, and wanting more.

I estimate we would have been making out within fifteen seconds if Becky hadn't opened the door then, pushing me off Emmett, helping him up, and dragging him out of the room by his ear.