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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:49 am Post subject: his arms tightening around me |
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| "Anything you want." But he let me go and slid away. "Anything but that," I complained. He ignored me, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed, too. He stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders, face serious. "Now, I want to do this right. Please, please, keep in mind that you've already agreed to this, and don't ruin it for me." "Oh, no," I gasped as he slid down onto one knee. "Be nice," he muttered. I took a deep breath. "Isabella Swan?" He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever every single day of forever. Will you marry me?" There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, "Yes." "Thank you," he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine. 21. TRAILS I HATED TO WASTE ANY PART OF THE NIGHT IN SLEEP, but that was inevitable. The sun was bright outside the window wall when I woke, with small clouds scuttling too quickly across the sky. The wind rocked the treetops till the whole forest looked as if it was going to shake apart. He left me alone to get dressed, and I appreciated the chance to think. Somehow, my plan for last night had gone horribly awry, and I needed come to grips with the consequences. Though I'd given back the hand me down ring as soon as I could do it without hurting his feelings, my left hand felt heavier, like it was still in place, just invisible. This shouldn't bother me, I reasoned. It was no big thing a road trip to Vegas. I would go one better than old jeans I would wear old sweats. The ceremony certainly couldn't take very long; no more than fifteen minutes at the most, right? So I could handle that. And then, when it was over, he'd have to fulfill his side of the bargain. I would concentrate on that, and forget the rest. He said I didn't have to tell anyone, and I was planning to hold him to that. Of course, it was very stupid of me not to think of Alice. The Cullens got home around noon. There was a new, businesslike feel to the atmosphere around them, and it pulled me back into the enormity of what was coming. Alice seemed to be in an unusually bad mood. I chalked it up to her frustration with feeling normal, because her first words to Edward were a complaint about working with the wolves. "I think" she made a face as she used the uncertain word "that you're going to want to pack for cold weather, Edward. I can't see where you are exactly, because you're taking off with that dog this afternoon. But the storm that's coming seems particularly bad in that general area." Edward nodded. "It's going to snow on the mountains," she warned him. "Ew, snow," I muttered to myself. It was June, for crying out loud. "Wear a jacket," Alice told me. |
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