I was cut off by his hand covering my mouth, the cold skin feeling rather refreshing on my lips. Emmett jerked his head to the left. I looked and sure enough there were two teachers and the principal walking past us. I nodded my head and he took his hand off my mouth but not daring to move farther away from me, as to draw their attention with movement. He stood very close. Our faces only a few inches apart and our bodies plastered to each other from chest to knee. Our breath mingled in the few inches between our faces and his cold body ceased to feel cold, just invigorating and fresh. My arms stayed limp at my side for fear that if I touched him it would cause him to move. I looked up at his face and our gazes locked. Something about his cold, sweet breath and his gorgeous golden eyes stirred inside of me and I leaned up to press my soft, warm, pliable lips against his cold, hard, marble-like mouth. At first he did nothing, but when my teeth scraped his stony lower lip he pulled away. I whimpered softly and looked away ashamed. He grabbed my arm hard enough to bruise my soft skin. He began walking toward the gigantic Jeep I saw the Cullens exiting this morning.

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