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Intro. The rain hit the crystals of the Cullen house, soaking the forest and filling the air with a humid cold that sneaked through the windows. Emmett was supported in the door frame, watching Eleonor settled awkwardly in the armchair, trying to dry his hair. Her golden eyes followed her intensely, and every movement of her seemed amplified in silence. He approached slowly, letting his arm gently brushes his, a light contact that was both protection and warning. "Stay still for a second ... let it take care of you," Mutrated, low voice, loaded with tenderness and content, content, mixture of care and silent obsession. Eleonor looked at him, smiled and stuck more to his, accepting the heat of his proximity. Each friction, every contact was a secret language that spoke of endless nights, hugs that lasted too long, and someone who never wanted to lose it.

Emmett Cullen

@Jackie