I rested my head on the armrest. My eyes flickered restlessly to the clock for the tenth time in the last two minutes. I sighed in impatience. Rose was out with Alice doing God knows what. Probably some weird ‘girl thing’. I shivered at the thought; shopping and I were not a good combination. Rose had learned that soon after we got together; she no longer asked if I wanted to tag along.
Although I hated mall-hopping, as the girls had put it every so often, I hated the ordeal of being away from her more. The sweet scent of her beautiful, golden hair lingered in my throat, the stunning radiance of her pale, white skin, her perfect figure, her voice, her eyes, her perfect…everything. Tingling sensations ran through my body, my breath coming quicker as I thought about my wonderful Rosalie.
The door suddenly open and slammed shut. My eyes shot open with excitement. I leapt up off of the kitanda in my room and sprinted downstairs, halting immediately as I saw her. She was shaking off her coat, talking to Alice. Sitting on the meza, jedwali in front of her was at least a dozen bags, full of merchandise she had purchased. I rolled my eyes—how could someone possibly need all that? But of course, this was Rosalie we were talking about.
I stood at the juu of the stairs, watching my Rose lovingly. Alice’s gaze snapped up to mine and she smiled. She whispered something to Rosalie, too quiet for even my ears to pick up, and skipped out of the room. To my great annoyance, Rose continued to pretend I wasn’t there. I sighed and scampered down the stairs. As I walked toward her, I saw her smile, but she hid it carefully. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Hello, my beautiful Rose,” I whispered, my lips moving against her neck. Her scent wafted through me, sending shivers to every inch of my body.
She turned around and enveloped her lips on mine. I knew that if I had to breathe, I would be gasping for air soon. But I held her face close, my lips moving fervently with hers. As I kissed along her jaw line, she gasped, “Good to see wewe too,” but her voice was hardly audible. My lips curved into a smiled on her neck, and I nibbled at her tenderly.
Tangling her slim finger in my hair, she locked me into another blissful kiss. My hands slid down her back, down to her waist. I scooped her up into my arms, never breaking the kiss, and half ran upstairs. We landed in the hallway, just outside my brother’s room. I pressed her to the ukuta gently. She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.
“I upendo you,” she breathed when we finally broke apart, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I upendo you, too.” My voice was deep and husky, making Rosalie moan with pleasure. She clutched at the neck of my shati and began to pull me toward the nearest bedroom, smiling seductively. I followed willingly.
She led me to the leather couch, and pulled me down gently, but eagerly. I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue tracing the pattern of her lips. I exhaled sharply as I heard her groan with ecstasy. She began to fumble with the zipper of her jacket, ripping it off quickly. I swiftly pulled off my t-shirt, throwing it aside. Her soft hand slid across my bare chest and she locked her arms around my neck.
My hands slid down to her waist, slowly moving toward her zipper. She smiled and watched me as I fumbled with it clumsily. I sighed with exasperation and she finally stopped me and undid it herself. I smiled apologetically, but she just shook her head in humor and brushed her lips to mine.
As she reached for my jeans, the doorknob turned slowly. Rosalie gasped and looked over at the door. It swung open, revealing the disgusted face of Edward. Behind him was Bella, the human he had gotten strangely attached to. Luckily for him, she was too busy looking around the hallway. He narrowed his eyes in fury, promising to take out his wrath on us later, and slammed the door shut. I heard the light thump as he leaned against the door. And quietly, but irritated, he growled,
“God, there’s no end to it…”
Although I hated mall-hopping, as the girls had put it every so often, I hated the ordeal of being away from her more. The sweet scent of her beautiful, golden hair lingered in my throat, the stunning radiance of her pale, white skin, her perfect figure, her voice, her eyes, her perfect…everything. Tingling sensations ran through my body, my breath coming quicker as I thought about my wonderful Rosalie.
The door suddenly open and slammed shut. My eyes shot open with excitement. I leapt up off of the kitanda in my room and sprinted downstairs, halting immediately as I saw her. She was shaking off her coat, talking to Alice. Sitting on the meza, jedwali in front of her was at least a dozen bags, full of merchandise she had purchased. I rolled my eyes—how could someone possibly need all that? But of course, this was Rosalie we were talking about.
I stood at the juu of the stairs, watching my Rose lovingly. Alice’s gaze snapped up to mine and she smiled. She whispered something to Rosalie, too quiet for even my ears to pick up, and skipped out of the room. To my great annoyance, Rose continued to pretend I wasn’t there. I sighed and scampered down the stairs. As I walked toward her, I saw her smile, but she hid it carefully. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Hello, my beautiful Rose,” I whispered, my lips moving against her neck. Her scent wafted through me, sending shivers to every inch of my body.
She turned around and enveloped her lips on mine. I knew that if I had to breathe, I would be gasping for air soon. But I held her face close, my lips moving fervently with hers. As I kissed along her jaw line, she gasped, “Good to see wewe too,” but her voice was hardly audible. My lips curved into a smiled on her neck, and I nibbled at her tenderly.
Tangling her slim finger in my hair, she locked me into another blissful kiss. My hands slid down her back, down to her waist. I scooped her up into my arms, never breaking the kiss, and half ran upstairs. We landed in the hallway, just outside my brother’s room. I pressed her to the ukuta gently. She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.
“I upendo you,” she breathed when we finally broke apart, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I upendo you, too.” My voice was deep and husky, making Rosalie moan with pleasure. She clutched at the neck of my shati and began to pull me toward the nearest bedroom, smiling seductively. I followed willingly.
She led me to the leather couch, and pulled me down gently, but eagerly. I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue tracing the pattern of her lips. I exhaled sharply as I heard her groan with ecstasy. She began to fumble with the zipper of her jacket, ripping it off quickly. I swiftly pulled off my t-shirt, throwing it aside. Her soft hand slid across my bare chest and she locked her arms around my neck.
My hands slid down to her waist, slowly moving toward her zipper. She smiled and watched me as I fumbled with it clumsily. I sighed with exasperation and she finally stopped me and undid it herself. I smiled apologetically, but she just shook her head in humor and brushed her lips to mine.
As she reached for my jeans, the doorknob turned slowly. Rosalie gasped and looked over at the door. It swung open, revealing the disgusted face of Edward. Behind him was Bella, the human he had gotten strangely attached to. Luckily for him, she was too busy looking around the hallway. He narrowed his eyes in fury, promising to take out his wrath on us later, and slammed the door shut. I heard the light thump as he leaned against the door. And quietly, but irritated, he growled,
“God, there’s no end to it…”