Though we didn't go any further than kissing, we eventually nestled into each other, lying on the soft blankets as we watched the stars move across the night sky. The cool night air wrapped around us. We talked about common things. Until the gentle breeze of the night and Emmett's soothing presence made it impossible to keep my eyes open. Slowly, I drifted into a peaceful sleep, cradled in his arms.

My dreams were blissful and vivid. Emmett had taken me to a far-off tropical paradise, where we spent our days exploring the lush landscape. Each night, we lay in bed, unburdened by clothes, simply enjoying the sight and presence of each other.

But like all dreams, it ends when you wake. The morning light pierced my eyes, gently pulling me from my slumber. As I opened my eyes, I turned my head to where Emmett had been when I fell asleep. He was still in the same position, his face lit up with a boyish grin.

"Morning," he greeted, his smile warm and inviting. "Sleep well?" he asked, his smirk hinting at something more. His eyes sparkled with playful mischief as if he knew a secret about my sleep.

"Did I do something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

A chuckle escaped his lips. "You might have moaned my name a few times."

The moment those words hit my ears; my face flushed bright red. I sank deeper under the covers, hoping they would swallow me whole as I tried to hide my embarrassment from him. But his laughter echoed through the covers.

"Must have been quite a hot dream," he teased, prompting me to slowly pull the covers away from my face and peek out at him. "Are you going to tell me what we did?" he asked teasingly, arching a brow as his curiosity grew.

"Definitely not," I retorted, pulling the covers fully down and tilting my head to the side. "I'm sure you can figure out what we did," I teased, flashing my eyebrows at him playfully. Emmett chuckled softly before grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer. My hand pressed against his hard chest as we were mere inches apart. The close proximity made me blush, heat rising through my body as my mind recalled the vivid, erotic dream I had.

"Was it something like this?" he questioned, his deep voice sending a wave of pleasure down my spine, indicating the closeness we were right now. "Or maybe it was something like this?" His voice lowered even further, hitting a nerve—a very good nerve. His hand slid down the rest of my back, his large hand gripping the surface of my bottom. He rested his hand perfectly on my ass, giving it a light squeeze. A surprised moan escaped my lips, catching me off guard.

Before the moan could even fade, he lowered his head and crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was hungry, full of lust, desire, and passion—everything you want to feel when someone kisses you again and again. I melted into him, pressing my weight against him, craving to be even closer.

While our mouths moved in sync and our tongues fought for dominance, my hands glided along his muscular chest, my fingers pressing deeper against him, as if trying to memorize every sculpted detail of his body. His grip on my ass became harder and rougher, yet he maintained the strength a human would use. I could tell he was restraining himself from using his full strength. Although I loved him for his restraint, I also felt a pang of self-reproach. I knew that he couldn't fully be himself, that he always had to carefully measure each touch and movement with me.

"It's ok," I murmured against his lips, our kiss momentarily interrupted. "I want to," I breathed out in a series of soft moans, completely engulfed in the heat of the moment and the rising passion coursing through me.

Emmett's growl rumbled from the depths of his chest, sending a thrilling shiver through me and making me melt further into him. We both adjusted ourselves upright, and I settled back into position, straddling him with a renewed urgency. My lips, eager and desperate, found his once more, our kiss quickly falling into a passionate rhythm. His hands, large and steady, slid to the back of my top. With a firm grip on the fabric, he tore it away in one swift motion, the material ripping apart effortlessly.

The black top slid off me, and Emmett tossed it aside with a quick flick of his wrist. I was left in nothing but my black, lacy bra, the delicate fabric a stark contrast against my exposed skin. Emmett's gaze roamed over my body with intense desire, his eyes fixated on my breasts with an unmistakable lust.

I couldn't help but blush under his intense gaze, feeling both flattered and thrilled. It was exhilarating to be the object of such admiration; to know he cherished my figure so deeply. While I might not have considered myself the most beautiful girl in the world, his look made me feel as if I were.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered, his voice tender and full of admiration. As his eyes finally met mine, I could see the deep appreciation in them after taking in every curve of my body. My figure alone ignited his desire, and he began to trace a path of kisses from my lips down my neck, each touch fuelled by his growing hunger. I couldn't help but tilt my neck for him, eliciting a moan from my lips, as his lips and tongue danced across my supple skin. It felt electric and hit every pleasurable nerve I had.

I needed him, I wanted him...

Suddenly, Emmett paused his trail of kisses on my skin, causing me to instinctively straighten and tilt my head back. His stillness indicated he had heard something.

"What's wrong?" I asked, lifting a strand of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"It's Esme," he replied, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of affection and disappointment as if our moment had been ruined. "She's made you breakfast," he added gently, and the thought of her thoughtful gesture made me smile.

I sighed softly, leaning forward to rest my forehead against his. "I love you," Emmett murmured, his voice tender and warm against my ear. Each time he said those three words, it felt like he was falling deeper in love with me, and I with him.

Without speaking, I straightened up and took his large hand in mine. I guided his cold fingers slowly across my stomach, savouring the gentle pressure of his touch. My movements were deliberate and sensual, drawing out the moment for him. As I led his hand upward, he responded with a quiet appreciation.

When his fingers reached my breasts, they traced softly over them, cupping them briefly before I pressed his hand flat against my chest. There, my heart pounded rapidly, a rhythmic testament to the intensity of my feelings.

"My heart beats only for you," I whispered, the words hanging in the air, though they felt almost cliché, but I didn't care, I was a girl in love. "You fill me with so much joy and love, and I hope it never stops," I said, my voice ringing with sincerity. Emmett's expression softened, and I could see that my words touched him deeply, reaching his unbeating heart.

Emmett's eyes glistened with emotion as he gazed into mine. "I will love you until your last breath," he vowed, his words filled with such devotion that they brought tears to my eyes.

I didn't allow myself to think that far ahead, not wanting to cloud this perfect moment. Leaning down, I gently placed my lips against his. The kiss wasn't rushed; it was tender and sweet, filled with all the love and emotion I had for him. Each moment lingered, and I was certain he felt the depth of my feelings through our shared kiss. I didn't want this moment to end; I savoured every second of it.

Once we finally parted, Emmett used his speed to return to the house, likely grabbing the first top he saw. He was back in minutes, and I slipped on the plain black long-sleeved shirt he had brought. We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing and talking. Time flew by, and before I knew it, we had reached the house, lost in our love and conversation.

Once inside, I headed straight to the kitchen while Emmett went to change. I stood at the counter, savouring the still-warm pancakes Esme had cooked for me, topped with a mix of fresh berries. I had to admit, her pancakes were some of the fluffiest I'd ever had, rivalling even my grandmother's.

As I stood there, my mind wandered to the future and the inevitable reality of growing old. The familiar feelings of worry and anxiety crept into my heart and thoughts, but strangely, they weren't as intense as they had been before. Was I growing accustomed to the reality of it? Had the idea of being in love for the rest of my life eased my worries? Being surrounded by those who care for me, look out for me, and offer a life filled with excitement and joyful memories?

For the first time in a long while, I found myself thinking of the future...

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