In honor of our Twilight Giveaway & Contest I decided to write a Twilight inspired entry of my own to share with you all (it's really just my excuse to swoon over Edward. And, apparently, I was in a swoony mood, hence the swoony-ness of this post). And, I had a lot of fun doing it. Probably way too much fun! (I'm a dork, so what!)
Anyway, here it is. My Twilight inspired scene was inspired by Bella's reluctance to marry Edward. (Which, in my opinion, was the perfect excuse to write a touchy and kissy scene between the two... whatev!) YAY!
His lips met my forehead before finding my ear.“Bella…” He whispered, drawing out my name with a sigh. His breath tickled, raising the hairs on the back of my neck while sending chills down my spine.It only took one word, one breath, for millions of tiny bumps to spread across my flesh. I shivered at his touch—so light and cold, yet intense and full of fire at the same time. Secretly, I hoped that would never change.Pulling his body closer, I securely wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. My hair fell like a dark curtain, hiding my terrified expression. I could feel him pulling away, but I refused to let go. If I did, I knew what was going to happen. This wasn’t the first time he had tried to do this. And even though it was what I wanted—to be bonded with him for all of eternity. To not only be a part of his immortal family but one of them, an equal. To be Mrs. Edward Cullen. It just seemed like my unfathomable wish, my every hope and dream, was happening much to fast. After all, I was only eighteen. Which, in my opinion, was the perfect age to become a vampire, but still way too young to be married.“Bella, look at me” he whispered again, slowly tucking the long strands of hair behind my ear.Removing my face from his stone chest, his amber eyes met mine, searching for an answer to his unspoken question. My stomach twisted with anticipation as he dropped to one knee among the wild flowers in the meadow. Our meadow.Our story was like a fairytale—a seriously twisted fairytale—and I wasn’t sure why I expected his proposal to be any different.As he took my hand in his, he let his lips lightly graze the skin where his ring would be in a few short moments—if I said “yes.”“Bella…” He paused. “You are my life, my everything and….”Falling to my knees, I stopped his words with my hand.“Stop talking, Edward.” I choked.A saddened expression washed over his face as his thumb brushed across my cheek.“Please…” I mouthed. “I’m not ready.”Surprisingly, his pale, rosy lips hitched into my favorite crooked smile. With his hand entangled in my hair, he pulled my face to his. Our noses touched causing an instant wave of regret to pulse through me. I shouldn’t have stopped him. He was all I wanted. He was all I needed. Why did I stop him?In a hushed tone, his velvety voice said, "I love you, Bella."And in that moment, I knew he was satisfied with just being with me... for now.That's when, beneath a flickering canopy of stars, his lips merged with mine, once more.
--> See, I can be serious (only when I'm feeling swoony, though)!! And if I did it, then you all can definitely do it.
So get busy and be sure to get your Contest entry emailed to us at Kimlfranklin@gmail.com by Saturday, March 20, 2010 at 11:59 CST for your chance to win a B&N Gift Card, Starbucks Gift Card, and autographed pictures and candy! YAY!