“Everyone smile!” the photographer shouted. I smiled on demand, ready to get the shit over with, and he snapped off a few pictures in quick succession. “Alright, I think that’s a wrap.”

I exhaled in relief and immediately reached up to loosen my tie. “Thank fucking God. That shit took forever.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” Isabella said with a laugh. “It was only like twenty minutes.”

I grabbed her hips and she yelped as I quickly pulled her to me. “You’re wrong, Isabella Marie Cullen,” I said, smirking as I said that shit out loud for the first time. “It was that bad, because it was twenty minutes that I couldn’t do this.”

I smashed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, and heard Rosalie groan nearby. 

“Nauseating,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to see that.”

“Then stop fucking looking,” I spat, pulling away from Isabella’s lips long enough to get the words out. She laughed when I went right back to kissing her again, and wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me back. - Emancipation Proclamation - Chapter 80 ©kha r i z zma t i k