[ is it shittier to do that? he doesn't know. he's got so much shittiness when it comes to marriage and proposals that it's hard to keep track. ]

I'm bad when it comes to these things. [ he smiles, all charm and heartbreak. ] Marriage. Proposals. Happily ever afters. I wasn't made for them.

[ one look at this girl, and he can just tell. they're the same. broken in the same places. made for unhappy endings. they're the ones that get left out in the cold, a front row seat reserved to watch their loves love someone else.

or maybe it's just the slant of the moonlight, the reflection of those sea-green eyes. maybe he's just projecting after snorting too much coke. but this feels like an invitation, and embry's had enough of feeling unwanted.

he pulls her down into the grass, his hands coming up to cradle her face through the veil, warm skin through rough lace. his mouth finds hers through the fabric, her mouth soft and wet, their kiss dampening the veil as he tumbles her back onto the perfectly manicured lawn, her skirt hitched up and pinned beneath his knee. ]

I'll make it up to you. [ his mouth drags down her chin, her throat, then he slides down between her legs, pulling her skirt aside to disappear beneath it, finding her cunt warm and waiting. ] Just tell me if my penance is good enough.

[ for him, this is more like a reward, pulling at the scrap of fabric covering her up to tongue at her folds, his eyes fluttering shut. ]