(c) try and call #Jacob to ask what was really up, but he ignored me. I know he was ignoring me because @Cullenmiracle_ was almost always (c

(c) with him and that requires a bit of communication obviously. So, here I am now. Staring Edward Cullen down with my golden gaze. He (c

(c) can tell I'm staring him down. The corners of Edward Cullen's lips turned up and eventually formed the infamous crooked grin I'd (c)

(c) fallen for not 10 years ago.| Edward. |I take to a new approach with Edward Cullen. Maybe, instead of demanding, I'll charm it (c)

(c) out of him. Edward Cullen is strong and willful but, as I am with him, he's putty in my grip. I walk up to him and weave my arm (c)

(c) with his, laying my cheek against Edward Cullen's bicep as I smile.| How was your day?

|I move my arm around Edward Cullen's shoulders, crossing my legs over one another as I lean in to press a soft kiss to his temple.| (c)

(c) You know, Edward Cullen. Same old same old. |I bite my lower lip softly and smile as I press my cold cheek against his cold (c)

(c) temple.| You want to go for a hunt? |I lean my head up again, my gaze averting to Edward Cullen's dark eyes.| You look like you (c)

(c) could use one, Edward Cullen. |I smile and lean in to press my lips to his cheek, my fingers gently tracing along his opposite (c)

(c) jawline.| No offense, Edward Cullen.

|I furrow my brows and keep my eyes on Edward Cullen's for a moment, a soft huff of a laugh leaving my lips as I shake my head and (c)

(c) avert my gaze down to Edward Cullen's lips.| I was thinking more like our last hunt together. We haven't hunted in a while. |A (c)

(c) teasing from forms on my lips as my eyes move up to Edward Cullen's, gripping gently onto his shirt on his shoulder as I keep my (c)

(c) eyes on Edward Cullen and radiate my recollection of our last hunt toward him, flashes of vivid memories washing through (c)

(c) Edward Cullen's mind as it causes his grin to widen slightly.| No guests. Just us.

|I can feel that Edward Cullen is about to stand up, so I quickly stand before he does and grin when he holds his hand out.| Of (c)

(c) course, Edward Cullen. |I slowly slide my right hand into his, my engagement ring glistening in the light beside us before I lace (c)

(c) mine and Edward Cullen's fingers.| And to the meadow after? |I look up at him with a slightly raised brow and a smile as I (c)

(c) move closer to Edward Cullen.| Whatever you want.