There were only two doors on this hallway. He stopped in front of the second door and looked at his feet, not saying a word.

"What's this? Where are we?" I asked when he didn't move.

Emmett grinned shyly. "My room."

Chapter Twelve: The Bear and the Bunny Rabbit

Emmett opened the door after a second of hesitation.

"Yeah, this is my room." He sounded nervous.

I walked in and looked around. There was thick, gold carpet covering the floor. Three of the four walls were covered in dark gold fabric that matched his eyes. The other wall was entirely made of glass. I guess the entire back of the house was like that. A sophisticated sound and recording system-the kind I was afraid to touch because I might break it- was set on one wall, and a colossal black leather couch was on another. There was an acoustic guitar on a stand near a low table. It looked more like a recording studio or music store than a bedroom.

"Wow. You play?" I asked, brushing my fingers over the strings of the guitar. My mother used to play a little, back when she was going through her coffee house poetiest phase. I loved to hear her play. That was a phase I wished she wouldn't quit, like she quit art, pottery, cooking, and yoga classes. I guess it's why she encouraged me to write because maybe I could take up that dream.

"Yeah. Would you like me to play for you?" Emmett smiled and walked over to me. His fingers brushed over something on the table before picking up the guitar and pulling the strap over his broad shoulders. When I looked to see what he had touched, I saw my bottle cap lying there. He must have taken it before he left lunch on Thursday. I blushed and smiled at him before going to sit on the couch.

Emmett played a few chords and adjusted the strings. When he finished tuning, he began to play. I recognized the melody of one of my favorite songs. It was a Rascal Flatts song called 'Take Me There'. I sang along to it:

There's a place in your
heart, nobody's been,
Take me there.
Things nobody knows,
Not even your friends,
Take me there.
Tell me bout your momma, your daddy, your hometown,
Show me around,
I want see it all, don't leave anything out
I want to know, everything about you.
And I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare,
Take me there. Your first real kiss, your first true love,
You were scared.
Show me where,
You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care.
I want to roll down main street, the back roads,
Like when you were a kid,
What made you who you are,
Tell me what your story is.

I want to know, everything about you.
And I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me there.

I want to know, everything about you.
Yeah, everything about you baby.
I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of Your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me, take me, take me there.
Take me there.

"Wow. You have a beautiful voice." Emmett said when we finished the song.

I blushed. "Thank you. My mom and I sing together at home. She plays a lot of country and classical music, what she calls 'underappreciated genres'. I love that song." I replied, wanting him to play some more.

"I know. Can I play you a song I wrote? I don't have lyrics or anything but I still want you to hear it." He asked, playing with the strap of the guitar.

"Sure. I'd like that." I answered with a smile. He started to walk over to me, moving the guitar so that it hung upside down on his back. Emmett was right in front of me now, his eyes smoldering like liquid gold with longing. His hand caressed my face, his fingers tracing my lips. I felt a shiver of pleasure run through me. Then he was up on his feet, guitar back in place.

"Good. You inspired this." he grinned and began to play. It was soft and delicate, his fingers lovingly caressing the strings. Each note was like a whisper of a kiss against my ears. It was sweet, slow, and passionate; the most beautiful music I'd ever heard.

Emmett ended the song with a gliss and put the guitar back on the stand. He sat next to me and wiped his finger lightly under my left eye. A tear glistened on it and he examined it like it was the oddest thing in the world. Then he lifted his finger to his mouth to taste it.

"Thank you. That was beautiful." I whispered.

"That's how I feel about you. I hope you don't mind. I can't help how I feel." He murmured. My heart sang at that. But he looked at me like he was waiting for me to get scared and run away from him.

"I loved it. You can relax. I'm not going to run. There's no reason for me to be afraid of you." I told him, staring into his beautiful eyes as the gold turned to liquid. Truthfully, I was worried he would disappear into thin air just like in my dreams.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you." He sighed and brushed a strand of hair of my face." So the bear fell in love with the bunny rabbit." He smiled a little, humor in his expression now.

I laughed a little. "I guess I'm the silly rabbit, then?" I asked when he laughed too.

"Well, you aren't the compulsively reckless bear." Emmett continued to laugh.

"You are one bear that I am not afraid of. More like a teddy bear, you are." I teased him.

Emmett stopped laughing and looked at me fiercely. He growled a little and bared his glistening white teeth. "You really shouldn't have said that. Now, you're in trouble."

I narrowed my eyes at his as he leaned down and bunched his shoulders, ready to attack me. "You wouldn't."

With a growl, he sprang at me. I landed with my back against the couch. Emmett was on top of me, holding himself so that I couldn't move but I couldn't feel the weight of his cold, stone body pressing against mine. He smiled wickedly before going for my throat. A groan escaped his mouth as he breathed in my scent. I squealed a little as I felt his teeth scrape against my skin, not breaking it or drawing blood. He kissed the spot his teeth had agitated.

Then he was staring into my eyes again, his filled with excitement that had nothing to do with his being a vampire. "You were saying?" he growled and licked his lips, enjoying the flavor left there.

"That you are a very terrifying bear." I breathed. My heart was hammering in my chest and I was having trouble breathing with him this close.

"Much better." He said before kissing my lips.

A knock on the door startled me. I tried to get out from under him but Emmett wasn't having that. He moved so that I was sitting in his lap, his big arms protectively around me.

Alice walked in with Rosalie close behind her. "Hey. It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch so we came to save her. We want her for ourselves." Alice winked playfully.

Emmett pulled me closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Nope. She's all mine and I'm not sharing." His words had a double meaning; he wasn't going to let Alice and Rosalie take me. I didn't want to leave either.

"Actually, we came to get her so we can redo her hair and makeup before she goes home." Rosalie smiled at Alice but when she looked at me, she frowned. "You look like you were caught in a tornado. Come on Bella. Charlie wants you home in an hour."

"What time is it?" I asked, remembering that I was supposed to be home at 5:30. It couldn't be that late, could it?

"It's 4:25. Let's go." Alice said and reached for me. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Emmett." She threatened him when he didn't remove his hold on me.

"Fine, but I'm coming with." Emmett conceded and stood up, me still in his arms.