Dancing with our hands tied | Rosalie Hale

Chapter 22: Promises

-I must admit I am amazed at how good you are at this- I admitted blushing.

Rosalie was leaning under the hood of the car with her hand checking some pieces in the engine. She rolled her eyes at me as she snapped by accident a piece of the engine and then frowned at it. I had to bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

-That definitely was not supposed to happen- she rolled the little piece in her hands before throwing it away – I'll add that to the list of what we need-

I was sitting in the counter of the huge garage, that could easily fit 6 cars, I hadn't been here before. Rosalie always parked her Mercedes outside because she would be taking me home after my visit. All the vehicles were expensive and the beat up car that I have bought to fix with Rosalie looked like absolutely trash next to them.

-I am starting to thinking this is going to be impossible- I sighed as I gave Rosalie a doubtful look, she took a stained hand towel to wiped her hand as she walked to me, to lean next to me in the counter. In this position I was slightly taller than her and as I turned to stare at her I could see how her eyelashes shadowed her cheekbones. Rosalie's beauty seemed to amaze me all the time.

-Don't be so pessimist- she scolded me, turning slightly to me, propping her shoulder on my knee. Now here whole side was touching my body and her hair was a few centimeters from my face. Her scent filling my nostrils, it smelt like heaven – I will get it done-

-Looking confident- I snorted, I must admit her statement was refreshing, knowing that buying this car was not a waste of money and time – Thanks again for helping me out, I wouldn't be able to pull something like this off without your help, Rosalie-

-Any time- she shrugged her shoulders but didn't make an attempt to move at all, which was fine by me. Rosalie then turned her head to look at me leaving our face inches apart – I am going to order some parts tonight and then we can start as soon as they get here, it could take from 2 or 3 days to arrive-

-Great- I replied in murmur, unable to speak any louder, we were both staring at each other's eyes.

Then someone cleared their throats making us jump back, Rosalie jumped back a couple feet and I leaned back in the counter. We both turned to see who was interrupting our little moment, it was Emmett the one that cleared his throat and was now smirking with raised eyebrows. Maggie was right next to her husband giving him a disapproving look but looking too amused herself.

-What were you doing? - Emmett questioned with a suggestive tone of voice and the way that he moved his eyebrows didn't help the case, I could feel my face burning. Maggie hit him lightly in the arm and walked into the garage.

-What they do is none of your business- the redhead reprimanded him, Emmett pouted but Maggie didn't give him a second glance as she walked towards us. Rosalie seemed pissed off at both of her siblings, that was not a surprised to me, however the way her jaw was clenched tight and her arms were crossed, it was like she was also a little embarrassed.

-You should learn to knock before you enter a room- Rosalie gritted to her sibling giving them an unexpressive look. Emmet and Maggie shared a look before both snickered.

-What were you doing that you wanted us to knock? – Maggie jumped to sit in the counter next to me but looking strictly at Rosalie.

-Nothing- she was quick to reply keeping her face unchanged and her tone of voice neutral, a knowing smirk made its way to Maggie's face and I heard Emmett snicker from where he was standing near the door.

-Liar – the way Maggie pronounced the word with such conviction was a little unnerving, as if she was challenging the blonde goddess, using her power to do it. Rosalie growled at her sister, I jumped off the counter and went to stood right next to Rosalie, her back so painfully straight breaking the human façade a little, no human could be that stiff, and that was a reflection of how uncomfortable she was.