AN: Hey, people! I'm back :) I know you missed me, right? Haha. This story has been knocking around my head for years now...it may or may not be based on my life (don't judge me).
Anyway, since I get real tired of saying it each chapter, just know this applies through out: SM owns all things Twilight...I just make them do inappropriate things.
Special thanks to Kaystu and il-bel-mondo who kept me sane during this whole process. Thanks, bbs.
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~ Bella ~
Here it was…the big moment. Weeks of failed attempts at seduction, drunken confessions, and confusion clouded my mind, but here I was. I stood before him, trembling slightly. He approached slowly, like he was somehow afraid that he was going to scare me off.
Silly boy, I came to you.
"Bella," he whispered my name reverently, as if it were a prayer. I gulped. No one had ever said my name like that before, and it gave me the confidence to continue. "What are you doing here?" He stood directly in front of me now, brushing the hot tears off of my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. He looked so sad, so broken, but so desperate. In that moment, the past few weeks ceased to matter. I had him. I had this. I could do this.
Okay, pep talk over, Bella.
I lifted my head to meet his before placing a shaking hand on his cheek. He sighed and leaned into my hand. In a rare moment of determination, I moved my hand from his cheek to rest at the base of his neck, pulling his mouth towards mine. He resisted ever so slightly before groaning and crashing his lips into mine.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," he moaned, tugging off my shirt and unbuttoning my shorts. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." The world slowed down as he began to remove his own clothing. First his shirt met mine on the floor, revealing a set of washboard abs that I knew were there…but, oh, was it different to see it now. Fuck. I was totally going to lose it. Next, he kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his pants.
"You're so beautiful," I breathed, taking in his body for the first time. Within seconds, his body was crushed against mine again, leading us back into his bed. We collapsed in a heap of groaning limbs, hands holding onto one another for dear life.
His tongue slid into my mouth, making us both whimper with pleasure. Without further ado, he moved his mouth to my neck as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. In the distance I heard a door slam and a familiar laugh pierce through the silence of the night. My eyes widened and I froze for a millisecond before talking myself down and returning to his attention. But the damage was already fucking done.
He pushed himself off of me, sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes downcast, surely avoiding the tears that I could now feel streaming down my cheeks. Boys were not made to do well with crying virgins in their bed. "We shouldn't be doing this, Bella," he sighed running a hand through his tussled hair. "It's…this is wrong, I…I'm sorry," he stuttered, throwing my clothes back at me before fleeing his own bunk as I looked for something to cover my naked chest.
It's wrong, I repeated in my mind.
He was right, of course. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. I sat there clutching his pillow to my chest, finally allowing my heaving sobs to overtake me. It's wrong. It's so wrong.
"LB!" I cringed at Emmett's pet name for me as he barreled through the small airport.
"Em! Put me down!" I squealed, gasping for air in his huge clutches. Finally on my feet, he leaned over to pick up my bags, slinging the large duffel over his shoulder.
"Aw, LB, I've missed you!" I almost growled as I felt his hand ruffle my hair.
LB stood for "Little Bella." And even though Emmett had dubbed me with the nickname at the age of 8, it had yet to disappear…no matter how many times I had begged for him to call me just Bella. Not only that, but the nickname spread like wildfire, and as soon as I stepped onto Long Lake Camp grounds…I was LB. Fucking Emmett and his gossiping. This summer, though, I was determined to be rid of the initials permanently. Finally. Hopefully.
"Her name is Bella, Emmett, remember?" Alice laughed, peering from behind her duffel. It was as large as she was. Why does Alice never get called little? Hmph.
"Alice fucking Brandon, as I live and breathe!" Emmett's smile was contagious, and soon we were all laughing. "Hey, you cut your hair," he added wrapping an arm around her midsection, pulling her flush against him...bags and all.
Alice gasped loudly as he tugged at her newly shorn dark locks, while simultaneously thrashing her legs against the hulking body that kept her in place.
I smiled at the sight of them playing. My pseudo-family was being reunited piece by piece, and it was starting to feel like summer.
"Emmett McCarty," I scolded, "you put my best friend down right now!" Emmett's head snapped around to meet mine as trademark grin spread across his face, showing off his killer dimples. Never breaking his grin, Emmett placed Alice down on the ground before strolling up to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
"This is unreal. I can't believe you guys are here for pre-camp! I didn't believe it when they told me my two favorite campers were coming out here as counselors. You guys 18 yet, or what?" he laughed, squeezing my shoulders.
"Really, Emmett? You wouldn't fuck us if we were under 18? You know, the age of consent in the state of Maine is 16 years old."
I rolled my eyes at Emmett's face of mock shock. That was just how we were. Emmett may have been ten years my senior, but he had worked at the camp since my first year there. 18 and straight out of college, Emmett needed some easy cash during the summer and apparently teaching girls how to play basketball in 90 degree, sweltering weather sounded appealing. To each their own, right? I wasn't not complaining, though. Emmett was more my family than my actual family. In fact, my Long Lake pseudo-family meant more to me than my blood relatives could ever understand.
Emmett was present to witness almost all of my firsts…most of them ridiculously embarrassing, of course.
He had been a chaperone at the dance with the all-boys' camp across the lake where I had my first kiss. He was the one who caught Alice and me sharing our first cigarette, sneaking it from one of the members of the kitchen staff. Emmett was there when I got drunk for the first time. Emmett was the one who found me crying at the docks when I received an emergency phone call that my father had been shot in the line of duty. And even though Charlie had made it through, I assumed that one day it would most likely be Emmett walking me down the aisle.
"I'm not going to dignify that question with a response, LB. And let's also not talk about how you know what the age of consent is…moving on…" He easily tossed our large duffels into the trunk of his car. As Alice and I moved to get in, he paused and spoke up again. "Hold up, children, I'm supposed to be picking up someone else now, too."
"Can we wait in the car, Em?" He looked distracted.
"What? Uh, yeah. Go for it. I'll be right back, hopefully with another counselor in tow." He laughed and headed back into the tiny airport as Alice and I slid into the backseat.
I breathed in deeply, enjoying the familiar pine scent, attempting to calm myself before the madness began. This summer everything was going to change. This trip SHOULD have been familiar…comforting even, but I couldn't get my heart to stop racing. I was pretty fucking sure I knew why, but I wasn't quite ready to admit that to myself…not yet, at least. I would at least be able hold onto my denial for the 25-minute drive from the airport.
"Bella," Alice scolded, placing a calming hand on my twitching knee. I hadn't even realized I'd been doing that. Huh. "Why the hell are you freaking out right now? We're about to spend three months in our favorite place in the entire world with our best friends. Calm the fuck down."
"I hate you."
Alice smirked. "This non-meltdown wouldn't have anything to do with a certain video counselor we all know and love…" she trailed off.
There go my denial tactics. Thanks, Alice.
I stiffened ever so slightly, my heart racing into overdrive before relaxing and turning back to my waiting friend, controlling the impending panic attack. "Please, Alice," I scoffed dismissively. "I haven't even talked to him in two years. I don't even know if he's still working here. And even if he is, he's never given me any indication that I was more than a little sister to him," I grumbled under my breath, hoping Alice wouldn't read too much into it.
Too late. "Ha!" Alice smiled, waving her arm widely, "I KNEW it had to do with him," she laughed. "You're so ridiculous, Bella. Everyone knows that your relationship with him when you were a camper was borderline inappropriate, and in the past two years you became legal, so you really shouldn't be so panicked."
"Borderline inappropriate?" I choked. "What's that supposed to mean? And everyone?"
Alice tipped her head back and laughed loudly, clutching her stomach. "Are you serious, Bella? Long hours in the video shack…just you and him 'working' on your projects. Puhleeze. Like anyone believed that!"
"We were!" I insisted, getting a little annoyed that I had been in the center of the camp rumor mill without my knowledge. "He has a degree in film from RISD, and I want to be a director…he was just helping me out, Alice, you're being ridiculous."
"Bella, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're being the ridiculous one. Why are you so freaked out? You're both counselors now! You should be pumped. You don't have to lust from afar anymore…you can actually step up and DO something about it," she giggled.
"Lusted? That's so fucking creepy, Alice. He's like my brother—"
"Yeah," Alice scoffed, nudging my shoulder, "if you want to suck your brother's cock, then sure." I was about to respond when I heard the door being wrenched open.
"Whoa, what's this I hear about cock sucking, LB?" Emmett slid into the driver's seat, a beautiful blonde next to him, riding shotgun.
"Nothing," I grumbled crossing my arms angrily.
"Aww, did Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber already get into a fight? It really IS summer." I huffed in annoyance, not wanting to talk about him yet. "Anyway, ladies, behave. This here is Miss Rosalie Hale, and she's new this summer, too, so be nice, please."
Rosalie turned around allowing me to take her in for the first time. She was gorgeous. Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened around her tanned shoulders, but her smile was so friendly that I couldn't help but be drawn in.
"Hey." She held out her hand for me. "I'm Rosalie. It's nice to meet y'all."
Oh, the accent. I could see Emmett's hands twitching to touch her already. He always did have a thing for Southern girls.
"I'm Bella, and this is Alice."
"I know, I heard. This one's got quite the mouth on him, doesn't he?" she said pointing in Emmett's direction. "He tells me you guys are ex-campers? What's that like? What made y'all come back to work here?"
"Whoa, slow your roll, Rose," Emmett laughed.
"Uhh, I don't think so, sir," she snipped at Emmett before turning back to us. "Now, tell me everything."
She was loud and excited and bossy and I think I loved her. I said as much.
"Wow, Rosalie. I think I love you." Emmett's mouth dropped to feign shock before slipping into a sly smile and winking at me through the rearview mirror.
"I think I love you, too, Bella. Now, let's start with the important stuff…like whose cock you want to suck?"
Both Emmett and Alice snorted loudly. I fidgeted in my seat trying to think of any other image than my lips surrounding his cock, but it was impossible. I'm a very visual person.
Seeing my obvious discomfort, Rosalie started up again with her line of questions. "Okay, we'll get back to that one. How about you tell me a little bit about the camp? All I know is that I needed some quick cash before heading to LSU in the fall, and this was the only job listing that returned my call."
Alice did her best to fill Rosalie in on the camp while I tried in vain to calm myself down.
"All girls camp for two months? Every summer for eight years? Hell, no. I couldn't do it—sounds like torture. Why the hell would you come back voluntarily?" Rosalie laughed wryly.
It was true. To any average teenage girl, it would have been the epitome of torture. Three months with no boys? I mean, please, only the daughter of a cop would somehow get coerced into THOSE summer plans. But, I loved it. And I loved Alice. And even though I lived in a small town in Washington and she was from a small town in Connecticut, for those eight summers, we would enjoy our boy-less, heavily scheduled, ridiculous activities together. The way it should be.
"It's because of me," Emmett smirked. "They just can't get enough of me. Ten years later, and they're still coming back for more. So, Rosalie, do you have a boyfriend?"
Subtle. You're only 10 years older than her…perv.
Uhhh, yeah, like you can talk?
Rosalie took out her phone and flipped it open, letting us see the gorgeous brunette set as her background.
"Yup, this is Royce," she smiled. "We've been together for four years. And Emmett, I wouldn't go bragging that this is your tenth year working as a counselor. Aren't 30 year olds supposed to have real jobs?"
"28 is NOT 30, first of all. And, yeah, I have a job. I work as an assistant basketball coach for a high school in Chicago. And what about you? I thought Southern girls were supposed to be demure and well behaved…"
"I don't conform to stereotypes," she quipped back.
Man, my neck was getting a workout trying to keep up with these two. Their bickering was like the US Open of flirting. I gave Rosalie two weeks until she broke up with the boy back home.
"Bella, let's bring this back to you. I'd say we're sufficiently warmed up. Let's get more personal. Virgin?" she asked point blank.
"No," Alice said pointing to herself. "Yes." She hugged my shoulders, squeezing my cheek towards her in an uncomfortable death grip.
Thanks, Alice. That's what friends are for.
"Aw, LB. You're still LB," Emmett smiled widely. He'd never admit it, but somewhere I think he was relieved to hear about my virginity still being in tact. No matter how old I was, I'd always be "Little Bella" with the pigtail braids and cut up knees and braces.
"Interesting. Now can you tell me about the cock you want to suck?" Rosalie prodded.
Really? Were we really going back to that?
The entire car started laughing maniacally, Alice slapping Rosalie's hand five. It was clear that she was already a full-fledged, initiated member of the group. "I'm not going to suck ANYONE'S cock!" I exploded, my temper finally flaring out of control.
Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on my shoulder, and I realized that in my fury, we'd arrived at camp…and everyone in the parking lot was staring at me.
Please kill me now.
"Well that's disappointing, LB," a very familiar voice called from behind me. I peered out of the car nervously, knowing that this was only more ammunition for the boys to tease me with.
"Hey, Jake," I smiled as the tall, tanned, and gorgeous man walked up to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist…barely. The guy was HUGE. I was lucky that Jake lived nowhere near my hometown. Having him around would scare off the boys at school more than my Chief of Police father. I knew he was a softie, though. All gooey marshmallow on the inside.
I trailed behind Jake and Emmett, who lugged all of our bags to our cabin. Rosalie, Alice, and I decided to room together until the campers arrived. Upon reaching the bunk, Rosalie insisted that she needed a shower, and Alice wanted to start burning her playlists for her dance classes. I, on the other hand, had absolutely nowhere I needed to be.
Grabbing one of each of Jake and Emmett's hands, we walked back to the head of campus and sat in the roomy Adirondack chairs that overlooked the lake.
"LB, you've been crap at staying in touch these past few months."
"Senior year," I sighed. "It took its toll. It's done, and now I'm here. Thank God."
Jake wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I leaned in, happy to be home. "Tell me about your life. Emmett tells me that you're going USC film school?"
I nodded happily. That was something I was actually excited to tell… " Hey, where's…" My voice trailed off as I looked around for the man who was usually attached to Jake's other side. Thank God, he was nowhere in sight.
"Already down in the video shack," Jake answered, not needing me to finish my sentence. "He said he needed to organize his shit now that they're giving him an assistant."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you since you've been so MIA," Jake laughed. "My baby cousin, Seth, just graduated from NYU film school and needed to make some cash. I feel a little bad. I didn't know they were going to put him as an assistant. He's the one who's going to have to put up with our favorite pansy ass every day. Pretty boy's already been complaining about how he has a 'system' and he doesn't want someone 'invading his space' all the time…" Jake rolled his eyes using air quotes to make fun of his best friend's anal retentiveness perfectly.
The little green monster inside me sprang to life. How could they give him an assistant…who wasn't me?
At least it's a male assistant.
We caught up for a few more hours, watching the sun set over the lake until Jake decided that he was starving and we should all go out for dinner and drinks.
"Make sure you bring your new friend, LB!" Emmett shouted as he walked down towards the male staff quarters. I realized that I had yet to go and see the infamous "Bunk 7," and I flushed at the possibility of seeing it later tonight.
Back at our cabin, Alice and Rosalie were already dressed and shower and obviously in the midst of some heavy gossiping.
"Where have you been?" Alice raised her eyes suggestively.
"Dinner with the Bunk 7 boys in an hour. Be ready." I ignored her question, simply grabbing my shower stuff and headed to the tiny stalls with not enough hot water to commence my beautifying for the evening.
I turned the water as hot as it could go, and stepped into the stall. As I lathered my hair, I finally felt all of the nervous energy springing up inside of me. He was here. I could walk the three minutes down to the shack and see him. Touching myself in the shower where my campers would be in less than a week felt kind of dirty, but I needed a way to dispel some of my sexual frustration. And to be honest, the first time I ever touched myself was at camp at the age of 13; it was the day I first laid eyes on him. As my hand snaked down my body, I imagined my body pressed against his, leaning into his hardness as his lips savored my neck. Bracing myself against the wall, I came quickly and silently.
Luckily, I managed to get all of the soap off my body before the shower ran cool. I decided that I was too hot already to blow dry my hair and put in some curling product before heading back to the bunk, where I was sure Alice had already laid out an outfit for me.
"You know, you could cut down on your shower time by masturbating before hand." Rosalie threw on a jean skirt and tank top as I stopped in the doorway, turning ten kinds of red. "Oh my God, Bella, I was totally kidding," she laughed adding a long necklace to her outfit, making her look like she just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine.
"Here." Alice thrust clothes into my waiting hands, as I knew she would. I looked down at the pair of black shorts in my hands skeptically. "They're going to make your ass look amazing. Plus, I'm letting you wear your favorite t-shirt, and your knee high chucks."
I bought the chucks on a whim the fall after my final summer of camp two years ago. He had made a throwaway comment about how hot girls who wore the zip up, knee high sneakers were, and I couldn't help myself but to buy them. I blamed my impulse control on the purchase, but Alice knew better. Alice always knew better.
A low whistle greeted us as we approached the parking lot, where a clean and spiffy looking Emmett and Jake waited for us…along with another guy who I'd never seen before.
"LB, looking HOT!" Jake whistled as he wrapped an arm around the third guy, pushing him towards me with a shove. "LB, Seth…Seth, LB." His eyes darted between us. "You're both film kids, so I'm sure you'll have tons to talk about."
My mouth dropped. Jake was trying to hook me up with his baby cousin? Who was the assistant film counselor? This couldn't end well.
"It's Bella, actually." I narrowed my eyes at Jake as Emmett, Alice, and Rosalie tried to mask their laughter with muffled coughing. Assholes.
"Great! Let's get going! I'm starved…" Jake climbed into the passenger seat, completely oblivious.
Ugh. It was definitely going to be a long summer.
As we were sliding into the backseat, someone grabbed my hand. "Alice told me," Rosalie whispered into my ear. "We'll talk later, okay?" I nodded, but I wondered what Alice had actually told her. What was there to tell? Not much.
I lusted (yes, lusted) and pined for four years, but when I stopped being his camper, he dropped me like a hot potato. I only knew that he'd been working as a videographer in Providence and working at the Brown bookstore because Emmett knew I'd want updates. I'd never ask, but Emmett would always say something. But to me? Not a word for two years. I wasn't even sure if he knew I was back at camp this summer.
"Bella, are you okay?" Alice nudged me in the stomach hard.
"Ow, what the hell, Alice?"
"You're going to have to sit on Seth's lap," Jake smirked. "I forgot there isn't a front seat in Em's truck."
"Sure," I rolled my eyes and slid onto Seth's lap. He chuckled uncomfortably, and I was sure he felt just as weird about Jake pushing us together as I did.
Luckily, we were out of the car and being escorted into a booth at Emmett's favorite lobster pound in less than fifteen minutes. Alice was giddy.
"I can't believe we're actually here! I've heard all the counselors talk about MJ's Lobster Pound for so long…and, look! We're here! Bella, don't you feel like a counselor?"
"Well, since we actually are counselors now…um…yeah?" But, I, too, was ecstatic to be there. MJ's was legendary among campers. It turned into a bar after hours, and every time a counselor said they were getting dressed up to go to Wal Mart, we knew it was code for getting wasted at MJ's.
"Not gonna lie, LB, it's a little weird seeing you here." Emmett slid in next to me making Jake scowl.
Thank you, Emmett.
Dinner went by at a snail's pace. I kept glancing towards the door any time anyone would walk in, and I was getting steadily more and more disappointed. I half-heartedly listened as Seth explained his senior film project, a documentary about mob ties to the New York fish market, and picked at my soggy fish and chips. My stomach was doing back flips, and I had lost any inclination to eat any sort of real food. When Emmett's phone vibrated on the table, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Emmett put a hand on my thigh and narrowed his eyes. "I wish I had some pot to calm you down. You really need to mellow out."
"I wish you had some pot for me, too…" I grumbled, my eyes flicking to the door only to be disappointed again. Emmett sighed and wrapped a large arm around my shoulders as he opened his phone.
My breath caught in my throat as I read the text along with Emmett.
Em, our new roomie just got here. I'll help him unpack. Finish up without me. Be there in a bit.
I'm sure he could feel my pulse pick up under his hand, but Emmett just smiled evilly at me before texting back.
No prob. I'll enjoy getting LB and A wasted w/o u. Maybe if I get her drunk enough, LB will give up her 'no cock sucking' rule for the summer.
"Emmett!" I gasped, slapping his arm as hard as I could, attempting to steal back his phone.
"I was kidding! I was kidding! I'm deleting it!" Emmett struggled to grab his phone out of our tangled grasp. My face paled as I felt my thumb accidentally brush over the 'send' button. Emmett's face dropped as he got the phone back into his hand. "Shit. I really wasn't going to send that…fuck. Uh…"
Within seconds, his phone was chirping again. "I really don't want to read what it says…" I groaned. Alice and Rosalie's eyes were wide with curiosity, but I was entertaining thoughts of suicide right about now.
"Yes, you do," Emmett laughed, holding up the phone for both Rosalie and me to read over his brawny shoulders.
One can only hope. But seriously, if your dick goes anywhere near either of them, I will castrate you.
I released the breath I'd been holding in soft woosh like a slowly deflating balloon. He took it as a joke, obviously. It came from Emmett. Emmett didn't do anything but joke.
The rest of our meal went off without incident, but I still couldn't bring myself to eat anything. If anything, my nerves were now gaining speed knowing that he was on his way. Soon, the restaurant dimmed its lights and a DJ appeared out of nowhere.
"Bathroom break!" Alice interrupted my thoughts, pulling Rosalie and me out of the booth.
Out of nowhere, I was suddenly being accosted by the little thing. I sat with my feet dangling off the edge of the sink like a small child while Alice applied darker eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara to my face.
As Alice continued her work, I heard Rosalie's phone ring out with "Sugar Pie Honeybunch." She picked it up, flushing slightly. "Hi, hun…yes, I've met some really nice girls already…uh huh…it's gorgeous up here…I know, I can't wait 'til you come visit, either. Yeah, we just wrapped up dinner…can I call you later? Great—love you, too…"
My mouth dropped in response to the demure Southern girl who had just answered the phone. She was not the witty vixen from the before, that was for sure. She looked flustered, straightening out her skirt before dragging us both to the bar…where Emmett was already located, of course.
"I'm buying shots!" Alice squealed. "What do you want, Em?"
"Tequila all around," Emmett whooped, clearly already a little bit intoxicated. I wondered for the first time that night who the hell was going to be driving home. Jake and Seth were already pounding back beers at the end of the bar. "I can't believe I'm taking shots with you girls—I knew you when you were eight!"
We toasted to being underage before knocking back the harsh shots, causing Emmett to choke slightly mid-shot.
"Fake ID, bitch!" Alice cheered, knocking back another shot easily. For a tiny little thing, she could hold her liquor with the best of them. Apparently that's the only good thing Connecticut prep schools were good for…building alcohol tolerance. I knew I'd have to slow down if I wanted to remain functional tonight, though.
I took a small step back away from the bar and saw a flash of bronze in my peripheral vision. And then I panicked.
"Alice—I need you to get me a vodka lemonade," I shouted over the loud music. She didn't respond, only followed my gaze before heading back to the bar. I'd pay her back tomorrow. Right now, I needed a bit of liquid encouragement. The sweet liquid felt good in my stomach as I sucked up sip after sip through the long, pink straw.
"That better not be what I think it is," a soft velvet voice warned in my ear. I spun around quickly, only to be met with the gorgeous green eyes that had invaded my dreams for the past five years. He looked even better than I remembered, all artistic and brooding with his intense emerald eyes and disheveled bronze hair.
"Lemonade?" I smiled cheekily, glad that I already had a shot and a half a drink under my belt before his arrival. He rolled his eyes, making a disapproving cluck with his tongue before grabbing the drink out of my hand. I stood there, mesmerized, as I watched his lips latch onto the straw and take a long pull of the drink before handing it back to me.
"I know we haven't spoken in a few years, but I know you're not old enough to be drinking that."
"And I know we haven't spoken in a few years, but I know you're not old enough to be acting like my father, Edward." His name rolled off my tongue easily, surprising us both. Feeling brazen and confident, I ran my hand along his shoulder as I walked away from him.
Suddenly, I felt a pull on my wrist, slowing me down. "Where are you going?" His eyes were laughing.
"To get another drink. Some geezer just stole half of mine." His lips curled into a half smile as he shrugged and released my wrist. I walked back towards the bar feeling on top of the world. I had no idea who this girl was, but I think I liked her.
At the bar, Emmett passed me another drink, smiling widely. I looked around, but Rosalie was nowhere to be seen…and Alice was chatting rather animatedly with a tall, blonde guy I'd never seen before.
The rest of the night became a blur as Emmett and I decided to go shot for shot. Definitely a poor choice on my part.
The next thing I knew, my head was throbbing, and I was begging for death. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and the ground swayed below my horizontal body. I opened my eyes cautiously, having no idea where I was or how I got home. All I knew was that the air around me smelled delicious.
"LB," I heard the velvet voice calling me, coaxing me from my slumber. "LB, wake up…" A tingling path ran from my shoulder, down my arm. I tensed, the pieces of the evening clicking into place.
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