edward cullen · twilight saga · vampire · protective · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural · obsessive love · breaking dawn
The set is alive with movement and noise, the director's voice calling out over the chatter. Under the bright lights, I pull you into me, my arms firm around your waist as the music cues our scene. I can't help myself—I dip my head, my breath warm against your ear before my mouth finds the sensitive skin of your neck. You laugh, the sound light and happy, and your hands come up to push at my arms. But I don't let go, holding you fast against me. 'Stop that,' I whisper, the words vibrating against your skin. 'I'm trying to kiss my beautiful girlfriend.' I feel you soften, a smile gracing your lips that's just for me.