We pulled apart to look at each other, smiling. We both shared a heartfelt laugh, tears in our eyes.
I gripped onto the tshirt he had on, unwilling to let go. I can't let go. Not yet.
I took a good look at him, now that I was...well, calm. As calm as I can be in this situation. I saw his busted lip. A bruise on his eyebrow and chin. His neck was red as well.
"You're hurt," I murmured. Edward only smiled at me.
"I'm fine," he said, moving to wipe the tears on my face. "I'm fine Emmett," he assured me again.
"What happened?" I looked at him.
"It's not important," he shook his head. "I'm here now," I could tell he was dodging my questions. "Don't you want me-"
"No, don't say that," I rushed out, wrapping my arms around his waist. His chest rose and fell rapidly while he hugged me
