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21: Angry Snow Monster

Made by @awesome_mridu

21: Snowy Saturdays

This kiss was nothing like the one Jacob had forced on me. It was soft, slower and less demanding. He was more comforting than Jacob. This one was better.

While I, the unexperienced one, kissed him nervously, I felt a smile on his lips through the kiss. He knew I was new at it. I didn't care, though. I buried my hands in his hair just to prove him wrong about being a newbie.

I felt all barriers I'd held up break with this kiss. It felt like something I'd never felt before. I couldn't help but feel a warmth in the pit of my stomach that, despite knowing I'd hit a thirteen-year-old girl with a car, he could kiss me like I was the only girl for him.

Maybe he didn't just think of me as hot like other guys did. He actually cared. I could feel it. Jacob had kissed me like I'd earned it, like I was supposed to be some girl that he was making out with.

Emmett made me feel like a prize. He made it feel like he was proud, as if he had earned the right to kiss me. I realized he had me in front of him, my back against the wall but not pushed aggressively. It was gentle, more like support.

I knew that I needed all the support I could get; my legs were weak and probably couldn't hold me up if Emmett hadn't been doing just that.

His hands, tangled in my hair, moved down to the nape of my neck. His gentle movements coaxed me into being more relaxed. I was as stiff as a board, having never kissed anyone like this.

Having never had a kiss I enjoyed this much. I realized my feet weren't even on the ground. How accurate was it that I was walking on clouds? I wrapped my arms around his neck, as if keeping him here.

I knew if I didn't hold him there, though, he would still stay right there. When we pulled apart, we were breathless.

I knew it wasn't from the activity, though. The kiss itself had taken my breath away. I looked at him, confusion in my eyes at what I was feeling. He watched me with a faint smile on his face, letting me down gently.

My legs felt like spaghetti. I held onto him and he wrapped an arm around me. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he murmured in my ear.

I blushed furiously and looked away, a smile on my lips. Miraculously, the kiss hadn't even smudged my lipstick.

Hm. Matte.

My lips still felt tingly, a jittery sensation running through my veins. But I knew that no adrenaline rush could compare to the one I'd had when Emmett kissed me.

"I should go and, um..."

"Check on your hair?" He had a mischievous smirk playing on his lips and my eyes widened. When I looked in the mirror, my hair was everywhere.

"Emmett!" I yelled, glaring at him angrily as I walked out of the bathroom. He stood leaned against the wall outside with a grin. "You did that on purpose."

"I can't control what I do when we kiss," he said, holding his hands up.

"I'll remember that," I muttered, passing him. He slung his arm around my shoulder and walked down the stairs with me.

Thanksgiving was fairly uneventful. I didn't usually celebrate Thanksgiving because, to be honest, I had very little to be thankful for. But I did have dinner with Selena, Emmett, and J.P.

Emmett and I grew closer. A lot closer, I mean. But there were very few "Halloween party episodes," as I liked to refer to it as.

Making out sounded too blunt for my taste.