—“The one scene I’ll take away with me is the dance at the end of the first one in the gazebo. ‘Cause it’s just… that was a really great memory. There were these little frogs croaking around and stuff. That was really sweet. And then, there’s the kind of most indelible image as well to know that that little moment suddenly started this whole… ’thing’.” - Robert Pattinson
His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip.
“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips.
Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth.
I have never been kissed like this.