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PROMPT: "Are we a moment, or a lifetime?"

The early morning sun, desperate to find the gaps in the curtains, burned hot as I dressed slowly and quietly. Pulling the zipper up my jeans, I cringed at just how loud the noise sounded in the otherwise quiet room, Emmett's breaths even and steady.

I couldn't face him. Not when I had put up such a fight. Not when I had devoted so much energy to saying I didn't want him. Didn't have feelings for him. I had gone out of my way to ignore him, pretend he didn't exist, and I was much more interested in his brother. A fat load of good that did me. Because it wasn't his brother's bed I ended up in, was it?

Just when I thought I had gotten away with it–my clandestine exit that was, I heard Emmett's voice. I was hoping he would be sleepy, not quite part of the world of the living yet when he rose. But I was wrong. I had a feeling he'd been awake for some time, just watching me.

"Where are you going?" His tone was even, not betraying a single thought in his head.

I turned to face him, hating how blank he was able to keep his face. How I was unable to read a single flicker in his blue eyes or quirk of his lip.

"I need to leave." I wanted to keep this brief. I didn't want to draw this out. There was no reason for that. We'd be seeing so much of each other now.

"You mean you're running away?" He shifted, sitting up and letting the sheet fall away from his glorious naked chest. "I never took you for a coward."

Something instead flared to life at his words. "I'm not." My arms crossed my chest defensively as I stared at him, tipping my chin up and pushing my lips in a hard line. I didn't want him to see my inner turmoil.

He gave a humourless chuckle. "Yes, you are. Don't lie to me, Rose. Because you might be able to do it to other people but you certainly can't do it with me."

The way he looked at me made me feel naked. Like I was completely bare in front of him. It unsettled me. "You don't know me." My voice shook.

"I do, and you know it. The sooner you accept the fact that this–" he gestured between us "–is real, the better."

"You can't force me to be in a relationship with you." I knew he never would. Not Emmett. He was too kind, too sweet for anything like that.

"I would never force you to do anything, Rose. But this is going to end one of two ways. Either we ride off into the sunset and live our happily ever after together. Or we go our separate ways and spend the rest of our lives brokenhearted and pining for one another."

"You don't know that." I hated how my voice sounded. How sad and lonely I felt at his words.

"I do, Rose."

Unable to handle it, I turned away from him and started towards the door, tears immediately blurring my vision.

"It's up to you," he began. "You have to decide if we're a moment or a lifetime."