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One.

Chapter 1: 3 days till the wedding
Ocean Shores

  "Woah! Rough are we?"

Hunter said nothing to the boy. She slipped off her tank top and leaned down, reconnecting her lips hungrily.

This was his eighth time coming over to her house in a span of three weeks. Mason Siciliano was her new neighbor. He was a clean twenty one year old man who just so happened to be italian.

His hands connect to her hips and he continued to melt into her. There was no romantic connection between them, only sexual. Hunter made that extremely clear to him when they began their activities.

Besides getting drunk, stealing blood bags from the hospital, and attempting to cook dinner for herself, this is what she preferred. Hooking up with her neighbor.

Mason was an attractive man, older too, which made it all the more fun.

Every kiss was heavy with intensity— breathing fast with their heart rate faster. Before they knew it, they were naked. Hands roamed freely and hungrily, moans slipped out loudly, and they loved it. Their skins brushed together smoothly, like silk.

Mason grabbed onto Hunter and flipped them around hastily. Her hands slip off his seemingly perfect face and glided past his collar bone, enjoying the view of his chiseled body.

Before her hand could reach his lower region, he grabbed onto her wrist. "Ah ah ah," He smiled, watching her pout, "At least take me to dinner first."

Hunter rolled her eyes playfully and he released his grip on her hand. "There will be no dinner. You know the deal." Mason's smile never flinched. His hand skimmed over her body, making her shiver involuntarily.

   "Va bene." He muttered in italian, his eyes glued to her fair skin. "Then I have no choice but to please you." His head lowered to her chest and he nipped at the skin, earning heavy breaths from her.

Before he could continue, the doorbell rang. The loud chime echoed around the empty home and both of their eyes roll. Mason reached over to the floor and handed her a robe before he dropped onto the bed beside her. "Hurry back." He told her with a smirk.

Hunter pulled on the silk baby blue robe and tied it tightly after slipping out of the bedroom. No one ever rang her doorbell. Everyone in the neighborhood thought she was away at Forks, and no one would knock on a deadman's door.

Her barefeet padded against the hardwood floors of her cabin home and she reached the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to see a package on the welcome mat. She bent down and read the label. It had her name and address on it, but at the top, it had a name she wasn't expecting to see.
ALICE CULLEN

Without another thought, she picked up the box and slipped back inside, letting the door shut on its own. She sauntered over to the kitchen with a frown. She couldn't think of a reason why Alice would send her something and not call her beforehand. It was a nice surprise but it was bad timing.