The War on Love

Chapter 26

Ringo had left about four days after his arrival. I had released a sigh of relief when Isabella had shut the door that day. I don't like small children. I never had. I still don't! They don't like me all that much, though, so I can get away with it pretty easy.

I pull my suitcase out of the closet. I'm going back to Louisiana for a few days for Hale's wedding. I start to set it on the bed. That's when I see it... The creepy, little eight-legged creature. I drop the suitcase and jump up on the bed, murmuring curse word after curse word.

Footsteps are pounding up the stairs. Thomas pops his head in. He just chuckles. "Love, why are you standing on the bed?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"There was a sp-spider on my suitcase!" I shout.

"Emmalyn, are you afraid of spiders?"

"Thomas, are you asking stupid questions?" I ask, mocking his tone.

"Well, taking that as a yes. Shoe," he orders, holding out his hand.

"I don't know why the hell you can't use your own shoe," I grumble, pulling off one of my converse and throwing it at him.

He catches it just before it smacks him in the face. I can't help but laugh at his face. He just glares at me. "My hand was out for a reason, love."

"That's why I threw it," I say in the sweetest voice I can muster.

He rolls his eyes and picks up the suitcase. He quickly smacks the spider. It crumples to the ground and shrivels up. He picks it up in a tissue and throws it out the window. He holds out my shoe to me. "Your shoe, Cinderella."

"Oh, my brave Prince Charming," I grumble, shoving it back on my foot.

"Grumbles the one who is scared of something that is about 1,000 times smaller than her," he says pointedly, holding out a hand to help me down. I wave it off and jump down.

"It's a perfectly rational fear. You can't stand here and tell me that you aren't afraid of anything."

He wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck. "I'm afraid of losing you," he mumbles, his breath warm against my skin.

I stomp my foot. "Why are you so freaking perfect!? It's not fair!" I whine.

He laughs. "You're the one who makes me perfect, love," he says, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"Stop it!" I moan. "Stop being perfect! Why can't you just be a normal, sweet, but still kind of douchey boyfriend!?"

"Oh, trust me, love, I had my douche moments. I just want to be your perfect boyfriend. And I seem to be doing that," he murmurs, chuckling lightly against my skin.

I groan and wiggle out of his grasp. I sit down cross-legged on the bed. He sits next to me and plays with my fingers. "What time does your flight leave?" He asks quietly.

"Tonight at eight..."

"Must you go?"

"Thomas, I already told Hale I would come. I can't back out now."

"I'm going to miss you," he whispers, sounding somewhat embarrassed.

"Then, you should've said yes when I offered to take you with me. So, don't get all pouty with me, mister!"

"I know, but I wasn't invited to the wedding."

"Thomas, I'm sure if I would've talked to Hale I could've pulled some strings and got you a seat."

He sighs and looks at me sadly. "I don't want you to go."

"I have to. I already bought my plane ticket. I've paid for the bridesmaid dress and I already got the shoes. I'm going!" I say and pat his cheek.

I stand from the bed and set the suitcase on the bed before unzipping it. I start packing clothes, outfit by outfit.

I can feel his eyes bore into me with every movement I make. As I finish packing and set the suitcase on the floor he grabs my wrist, pulling me back over to him.

Before I can react, his soft pink lips find their way onto mine. His hands cup my cheeks, pulling my face closer. I wrap my arm around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of neck.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine. His big brown eyes stare into mine. In those eyes are every emotion he has ever felt, layers upon layers of passion and pain and love. "Just once before you leave. Please, Emmalyn," he whispers, his lips brushing gently against mine.

I, myself, can't believe it, but I nod slowly. I nod slowly and capture his lips. He smiles slightly as he leads me to the bed, laying me down gently against the sheets.

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A/N: I know you have all been waiting for something like this to happen. Don't lie. I bet 50% of you guys were waiting for it. I can't blame you. I'm not judging. Thanks for all the reads!!! I think we might've hit 4000. I'm not sure but just wow. It's mind blowing. Comment/vote!! -med_01

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