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I walk into the Cullens living room and can’t help but stop in my tracks when I spot Rosalie on the couch, lying there like a gorgeous antique painting.
The way her red lips are parted slightly. Her hand delicately placed on the couch. Her head slightly upturned, staring ahead. She’s perfect.
I don’t realize how long I’m staring until I hear Rosalie say in a soft, whispering voice “Do you plan to just stand there all night or are you going to sit with me?”
Brought out of my stupor I stumble over to the couch to sit next to her as she sits up to give me space. My face going red at having been caught.
We sit there in silence for a while, staring at the fire place that Carlisle lit a couple of hours ago because I was cold.
“The cold of the house never bothers me.” Rosalie speaks up suddenly.
I turn my head to look at her, but she’s staring at the fire.
“I’ll admit though, I realize now just how much I missed seeing the fire dance.” She says and I turn to stare at the fire with her. It does look like it’s dancing.
“I’ve always liked the sounds it makes.” I tell her quietly, not wanting to wreck whatever unspoken thing was surrounding the room.
“Hm.” She hums, nodding at what I said.
After another moment Rosalie says
“y/n?”
I turn my head to face her “Yes?” I barely get out before I feel Rosalie’s lips gently settle against mine. My eyes grow wide and I let out a slight squeak, shocked by the action, before easily relaxing into the kiss.
Her lips are warm against mine and it just feels right. Her hand goes to my neck and pulls me closer. She smiles against my lips.
I find myself subconsciously following her as she suddenly begins to pull away. She lets out a breathy laugh as I frown at the kiss being over.
Then she gracefully stands up saying “Goodnight” and blows me a kiss.
I’m too stunned to do anything but stare as she walks out of the room.