❝ So, what's your play for the day? ❞
Freya glanced at Sam whom placed a tray of breakfast down, greeting her with a kiss on her forehead as he finally settled on one of the cushions just right next to where she sat. If having an off–day from work is this peaceful, she'd rather have off–days all the time.
She sat upright as Sam did too, mirroring her actions as she reached for her fork and started to dig in. Taking a bite of her pancake, she carefully placed her fork down when she had an idea. ❝ I guess La Push sounds really good to me for today. ❞
Sam perked up at the mention of La Push, true it has been a few months since the last she had visited the beach and Sam's friends. And though Sam knew that she doesn't know about who they really are, he wanted it to keep to themselves for as long as he breathes.
❝ Let's do that then, anything you want. I'll just call Paul, ❞ He beamed, Freya smiled and nodded. Taking another bite on her pancake and watched Sam leave the balcony, she looked back at the garden view. The very open space that brought her tons of memories with herself, her friends, her family, and even with Emmett.
And she sure choked on her food when she saw the man she was just thinking about, Several feet below and just in front of the opening woods.
Shirtless, sparkling, and staring back at her.
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SUMMER SOLSTICE ⊳ EMMETT CULLEN
Fanfiction( EMMETT CULLEN. ) ❝ MEMORIES WITH YOU IS THE ONLY THING I THINK OF. ❞ Summer, Majority of the Human Population's Happiness. But not when you are supposed To be your enemy's fake girlfriend during the Spare time makes it happier, no. But what...
