The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 22
Pen Name: SparklyMeg
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Word Count: 483
"Look how the sun breaks through the trees, it would be so pretty, Edward!"
I don't get her excitement; it's just a bunch of trees.
I let the car idle as she jumps out. She's making notes in that huge book of hers—the one that's off limits. I tried to sneak a peek at it one time, and she almost had a heart attack. She batted my fingers away from it with the wooden spoon like a scolded child. I winced and then grabbed the wooden spoon and smacked her ass with it.
In retaliation, she smeared my face with cake batter and we ended up rolling around the floor, covered in icing sugar and howling with laughter, before I stripped her and bent her over the kitchen counter.
If I'd known sneaking a look at the wedding book would end up with sex like that, I'd have attempted it long before then.
"Come on, Edward! Come see!" she calls out to me as she tucks the wedding book under her arm and starts snapping pictures on her cell phone.
"Gosh, don't you think it'd be just perfect, Edward? With the right filters, us with our backs to the camera, walking hand in hand? Or close ups of our faces and the sun shining through the trees in the background? Me and my bridesmaids all lined up, you and groomsmen in the distance?"
She's rambling and I've never seen someone so excited about a freaking road. I wrinkle my nose in distaste at the pungent stench of manure that hangs in the air, and shrug.
"I guess it's okay, babe."
I mean, it's not far from the country estate where we're getting married, but there are plenty of beautiful landscapes in the garden and surrounding areas of the great house; I don't understand why this is so important to her.
She bites her lip and looks at me with those puppy dog eyes that get me every time.
"Sure, baby. We can do the wedding pictures here."
I'm giddy from champagne and high on Bella. She's radiant in her ivory gown, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair falls in loose curls down one side of her head, the delectable skin of her shoulders and neck on display. The hint of ink that peeks out of the back of her dress makes my mouth water.
She giggles at something her bridesmaid whispers in her ear and throws her head back. Sunlight streaming through the gap in the trees frames her face, and the photographer takes the opportunity to capture the natural moment.
She's like an angel, a mythical creature bathed in sunlight and shadows. Her eyes sparkle like a million tiny diamonds ands she's just… perfect.
And she was right about this place—it's just… perfect.
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