"I'm going to be sick."
"Keep your eyes closed, you'll be fine." I bit my lip, fighting my panic.
He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled, not sure if I'd heard him right.
"You smell so good in the rain," he groaned again.
"In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously.
He sighed. "Both, baby. Always both."
I didn't know how he found his way in the gloom and downpour, although I suspected it had something to do with his built-in radar, but he somehow found a side road that was less of a road than it was a side. For a long while conversation was impossible because I was bouncing up and down on the seat like a jackhammer. He seemed to enjoy it though, smiling hugely the whole way.
And then we came to the end of the road; the trees formed green walls on three sides of the Jeep, the fourth wall broken by the path we came in on. The rain was a mere drizzler, slowing every second, the sky brightening through the clouds.
"Sorry, Bella, we have to go on foot from here."
"You know what? I'll just wait here."
"What happened to all your courage? You were extra-ordinary this morning."
"My courage is just fine, thank you very much."
He was around to my side of the car in a blur and started unbuckling me with those cold hands of his.
"You get those, I can go on ahead."
Fredward looked up and winked. "That's what I was thinking."
"I mean I'll get those, you can go on ahead."
"Hmmm...," he mused as he quickly finished. "It seems I'm going to have to tamper with your memory."

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Chapter 17

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