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I sat on the edge of my bed, taking a few moments to gather my thoughts before calling Emmett in. He deserved to be the first to know—my decision, spoken aloud, just for him. He was my husband now, and it felt only right that he hears it directly from me first.
He stepped beside me, taking my hands in his and gently brushing his thumb over the smooth surface of my now flawless skin. His golden eyes locked onto my crimson ones, unwavering and steadfast, his boundless love stretching endlessly across eternity.
"I love you," I started, my eyes fixed on his. He remained silent, sensing there was more I needed to say. "And I know that no matter what I choose, you'll stand by me," his earlier words echoed in my mind, a promise that whatever decision I made, he would be there by my side. "And... I want you, Emmett," I said softly, my voice trembling with the weight of my emotions. His eyes lit up instantly, a spark of surprise dancing within them as he processed my words, the realization dawning on him about where this was leading.
"I want to live this immortal life I have now, not just exist but truly live, and I want to do it with you. I want to spend every moment, every second, by your side. To laugh, to love, to face whatever eternity brings us, together." My gaze never wavered from his as my voice grew stronger. "You are my everything, Emmett."
A soft smile spread across his face, and I could see the depth of his love reflected in his golden eyes. His unwavering presence reassured me that I had made the right choice, a choice I was ready to embrace with every fibre of my being.
He pulled me into a swift embrace, and I held him as tightly as I could, pouring all my feelings into that moment. Soft kisses trailed across my cheek, each one igniting a spark that travelled through me until his lips finally met mine. In that instant, a surge of electricity coursed between us, a collision of passion and desire. It was everything I always felt when our lips touched—a consuming fire, an unspoken connection, and a love so intense.
"You have no idea how much that makes me happy," he says, his words tumbling out quickly, filled with the unrestrained excitement of a child who can no longer contain their joy. "How you make me happy," he murmured, his gaze softly tracing my features. His large hand gently cupped my cheek, and I could feel his fingers as they slowly slid across my skin. No longer cold against my skin, his touch matched mine perfectly now that we shared the same temperature.
His soft lips pressed swiftly against mine, carrying a tender passion that felt eternal—a love that would endure untouched, even as centuries passed by. The way he kissed me now, I was certain, would remain unchanging for all eternity. His hands drifted from my face, trailing down my neck and settling on my shoulders. The kiss deepened, growing more intense with every passing moment, as his tongue danced against mine in a fiery battle of passion.
A soft moan escaped against his lips, and I felt the curve of his smirk in response, a silent acknowledgement that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. In a blur of motion, faster than I could fully register, I found myself straddling him, leaning in with even more fervour as our kiss grew hungrier. His large hands settled firmly on my hips, sliding down to cup me, holding me securely in place. His grip was possessive yet gentle as if he never wanted me to leave this moment—or his arms.
