Yes. This story did originally start as a first person. This piece not being third person is not an accident.

Emmett gave me a mischievous, evil grin that I immediately decided I didn't like. He placed his large hands on my slender hips and hoisted me up.

I gave an embarrassing, squeal-like shriek as he gently tossed me off into the water. My entire body submerged into it.

Bobbing back up to the surface I gasped in air and splashed Emmett with water. "You big jerk." I said playfully. It struck me with a pang, how I could act this way with him and Jake, but would never even dream to do so with Edward.

"Why thank you," he replied, winking at me.

Before, I had always taken his winks and smirks and grins as teasing and as a means to embarrass me, all in good nature. Something about this wink was different, though. Maybe because he was only in a pair of black swim trunks, and his many muscles were gleaming with more muscles. As the light of the setting sun hit him just so, he sparkled just like Edward did. But whereas Edward was impossibly beautiful, Emmett was like the epitome of sexiness. It was amazing how much difference two years—and, of course, a lot of muscles—could make when they made one a boy and the other a man.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I noticed that Emmett had caught me staring and ogling him in all his shirtless glory.

"Mesmerized by my manliness, Bella?" he asked jokingly, his smile causing his dimples to show and his eyes to shine. How had I never thought of Emmett like this before?

I shouldn't have told him the truth, but I was too dazed to reply otherwise. "Yes," I whispered, suddenly dismayed when his smile faded.

"Why did you have to say that, Bella?" Emmett asked quietly, his face suddenly far too serious and solemn.

I apologized and he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. His awkwardness made him irritatingly even more attractive.

I moved some of my hair behind my ears, suddenly regretting this entire thing. What was I doing out here, having fun and inappropriate thoughts about my boyfriend's "brother?" Edward could read minds, so he'd be able to find out what had happened in no time from Emmett's mind…if he didn't already know.

My body stiffened instinctually at the thought, and I waited for the terror to start gnawing at me. Only it never came. No guilt, no fear, no self-loathing. Nothing—not a thing.

Except a desire to get closer.

I blinked at the bold whim of my body. A whim that caused my insides to tighten and warm and just be…happy.

"Emmett?" I asked hesitantly.

He looked up at me, and his eyes were gorgeous. It was amazing how once I started to notice him I just couldn't stop. It was hitting me all at once—everything. I had to blame it on my teenage hormones; I just had to. This was only my body reacting to an attractive male who was paying me attention. I couldn't let myself think that I was having cheating thoughts on purpose.

I licked my lips, tasting the salt water on them. Emmett stiffened and stood at attention. I didn't know what he was thinking, or if I even wanted to know.

"Can they hear us right now? The others?"

He knew who I really meant was Edward.

Emmett shook his head, his hands balling into fists. "No, we're too far away and there're too many other noises around." He told me.

I looked around us, and he was at least right about one thing. We had managed to somehow drift much farther from the condo than I had thought. If I squinted, maybe that was it over there?

"Why?" He asked warily.

Licking my lips again, I turned my eyes back to him, catching his own. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms underneath my chest.

"I don't…" I took a deep breath and started again. "I don't know what's going on right now, within me. You have no idea how much I want to do something bad, something I know I shouldn't. It might be best if we…if we either part or go back to the others."

I couldn't look at him now, too embarrassed. I could feel heat in my face, and knew that I was probably as red as a cherry.

He wasn't as graceful as Edward. Which was comforting. Either that or he wanted me to hear him as he moved through the water at a human pace. When he was right in front of me, it was even harder to bring myself to look up at him.

This was humiliating. I'd basically spelled out in big letters that this "bad" thing had to do with him. He was married to stunning Rosalie, and I had perfect Edward.

Emmett's chilled hand tilted my chin up.

Except maybe I didn't want perfect anymore, especially when I would never live up to it. Never match him. I couldn't count how many times I thought Edward was too good for me, or would be better off without me. I didn't want to blame myself for something I couldn't control.

Maybe we just weren't a good fit.

I glanced up into Emmett's golden eyes, clear and lovely. Looking into them, I felt like I could see into his soul. He hid nothing from me. Had he ever?

"Will you promise not to be upset if I do something right now?" He asked, nervous. I thought it was cute, that he—intimidating, powerful, teasing—could be nervous. And I had even just called him cute, when I'm sure every other woman would consider him much more than that.

"I can't promise you the unknown." I told him, surprisingly sounding somewhat levelheaded. Meanwhile my body wanted to tell him that I would promise him anything and I would never be upset. I took in a deep breath to settle it, but being so close to Emmett, I inadvertently got a whiff of him. I think my knees actually wobbled under the water.

"Just…please don't be upset." He looked so sweet, and unsure of himself. "And if you try to push me away or anything, I'll let you. It's okay to do that, if you want."

I tried not to believe it—didn't want to get my impossible, terrible hopes up—but I couldn't help but guess where this might be going. I wanted to be right so badly, but I also wanted to be wrong just as much.

Or, well, nearly as much.

I nodded slowly, as if a daze had suddenly overcome me. "I'll try."

He nodded as well, before picking up my hand and running the fingertips of his much larger fingers over its skin. When I made no move to pull away—honestly, I was just too breathless from the shock of it—he guided it to his back, bringing him much closer to me. He took my other hand and did the same.

Emmett showed no signs of an internal struggle with hunger, as Edward always had. He surprisingly seemed much more in control, his eyes even staying bright and golden. And he'd never even really touched me before, either. I was impressed.

He had a big frame, so my arms surrounding him brought me nearly flush against his chest. I was confident I was about to hyperventilate any second now. One more move, one more inch closer, and that would do it.

This was it. I should pull away. Push him away. Anything. I knew I couldn't just be still and let this happen. But the more I thought about it, the less connected to my body I felt, the further away from this situation I was.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and pulled me into him, in a hug.

A hug? Well…this wasn't so bad. No, this was fine. Hugs were perfectly platonic and innocent.

The coiling of my stomach, however, wasn't.

"You're so warm," he breathed into my hair, hugging me closer, his breath tickling my neck and ear. It was snug, but it didn't hurt. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his cold chest.

He chuckled. "I can feel your heart beating." Emmett said, sounding awed. I tightened—that was exactly the sort of thing I was dreading.

Emmett pulled back and looked at me, smiling, with his dimples and crinkled eyes. He must have felt it speed up.

We began swaying back and forth, like we were dancing in the water that was up to my navel.

"Hey, Emmett?" I asked timidly, the beginning of an idea forming in my mind. I bit back my grin and hoped I just looked shy.

"Yeah?" He asked, stopping the swaying. He still looked happy, and I marveled at how I caused that.

"Close your eyes." I told him.

An eyebrow rose on his face, and he gave me a look—like he was trying to figure out what I was up to.

"Come on," I prompted him, smiling now, hoping to reassure him.

He complied. "Alright," he said. "But you better not give me a wet-willy or anything. I can throw you a lot farther than I have…"

"Relax." I told him smoothly. "Let your body relax."

Emmett grinned, and I could feel heat rush to my face as I imagined he would probably like to wink right now.

I gently removed my arms from Emmett and his hands from me.

Stepping back a little bit, trying to quiet the movement of the water around me as much as I could, I bent my knees slightly and readied myself.

Deep breath. One. Two. Three.

I sprung up and slammed into his body, propelling us both into the water below. We emerged with my hands on his shoulders and a daring look in his eyes. His hair was finally wet, and he shook it out like a dog.

I wondered what he would be like if he was a wolf like Jake.

I backed away from him as he advanced slowly towards me, like a predator would his prey. "Emmett," I said warningly, finding myself walking into deeper water.

With my luck, I happened to slip and slide under. Emmett pulled me back up and to his chest, supporting my weight entirely as my feet no longer touched the bottom. I wrapped my arms around his neck to make sure that I'd stay afloat and he wouldn't drop me. Or throw me viciously.

His arms firmly around my waist, I realized how close I was to his face. I tried to swallow, but my throat was suddenly dry, from a combination of salt water and nerves.

Hyperventilating was definitely in my foreseeable future now.

I was suddenly glad for his grip, because my body couldn't concentrate on staying afloat when his supple lips pressed firmly against mine.

And here's the extra I promised you guys. And now the story is fully done. The first few paragraphs of this "chapter" were the original chapter one, but were taken out. I wanted to include it somehow, however, so I expanded on it and here it is. :) Finally, a story completed. I feel accomplished.