Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
She had a very good point. It wouldn't hurt to try and he was never going to turn down a kiss. At least she was taking it in stride and it only furthered his high opinion of her. She quickly picked him up and he held his breath as she gave him a quick kiss. There was a split second of nothing and then it seemed there was a light that obscured his own vision of Rosalie. He felt his weight pressing down on her hand as his body changed, grew, grew, grew in what seemed like the span of a second. When he could finally see Rosalie again he let out a happy laugh. He raised his hands (hands!) and let out another whoop of excitement. "I knew it had to be you! I knew it." He couldn't help but reach over to try cup her face once more, wanting to give her a celebratory kiss. If she was shocked, he didn't seem to realize it. Nor did he notice his complete lack of clothing.