YD Teaser: Chapter 11

“Don’t you get it? You’re the biggest risk of all.”

I hold my breath for a beat at his declaration. I’ve never thought of myself as any kind of danger. I’m not—I’m just Bella.

“How am I a risk?”

“You make me question.”

“Question what?”

“Everything.”

“Please tell me?”

He takes a deep breath. “Okay. But in advance, I’m sorry.”

“What for now?”

“Like I said, when I tell you, you’ll find out the kind of person I really am.”

I can’t imagine what might have happened for Edward to think himself so…liable. I shuffle in my spot to get comfortable, getting the suspicion this isn’t going to be a short story. Before I can move too far, Edward reaches out to grab my hand. I glance at where our hands are joined before turning my gaze to his face.  

“Do you mind?” he asks tentatively. “I just…I feel calmer when I’m touching you.”

I can only nod in reply. Stroking his fingers gently, I try to reassure him. “Take your time.”

He takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

YD - chapter 10...teaser

In the darkness, I feel the bed shift. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but the cool breeze that comes with the covers being lifted gives me goose bumps. Well, maybe it’s not the covers.

Maybe it’s him.

I smile as his scent surrounds me. His voice is low when he whispers in my ear. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Unable to say anything else, I arch my back as his lips work their magic on my neck, teasing me just below my ear. “You smell fucking amazing,” he murmurs into my neck, and I roll my body toward him as I wrap my arms around his neck. His hair tickles my hands where fingers meet palms, and I steer his head to find my lips. “Had to be near you…couldn’t…”

One kiss blurs into the next, which blurs into the next, until we’re not coming up for air. I can taste him, smell him, hear the sound of our lips moving and the air being drawn through his nose. I’m drowning in him—and I never want to surface. 

Yosemite Decimal Chapter 8 Teaser

"Hey," I say gently. "Are you okay?"

His breathing quickens. I see his knees buckle, and he drops to the ground, his eyes closed.

Without thinking, I rush over and drop before him. "Hey," I say urgently. "Hey, open your eyes."

His nostrils are flared—if his breathing doesn't regulate, he's going to pass out.

"Look at me," I plead. "You have to calm down."

He brings his hands up, pressing his fists into his chest.

I place my left hand on his cheek. "Edward."

His eyelids fly open, and his jade-green eyes glisten at me. He stares at me with an intensity I've never known—it almost takes my own breath away. Ever so gently, he leans his face into my hand.

His breathing slows and deepens as he maintains eye contact. I find myself breathing in time with him—his inhales match mine, his exhales collide with my breath in the air between us. We're breathing the same air.

"That's the first time you've said my name."

I blink. "It is?"

"Yes."

I ponder that for a moment. I suppose it is. "Edward," I say again. His name feels nice as it escapes my lips. "Are you okay?"

"I am now."

"Good."