Esme is adjusting to her new life better than she expected to. Edward has been friendlier to her and Carlisle seems to have forgiven her misstep in kissing him
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It's been a long, long day. Edward's in class or else he would have asked if he had wanted to go out for a run with Carlisle. Since Edward is in class, he is just going to go home, wash this damnable inkstain out of the one new dress shirt he has and camp out in a chair until nightfall.
The briefcase gets dumped in the hallway. The shirt is stripped off soon after, heading for the bathroom sink.
There's a wry tone to her words. Because they are true on several levels. He didn't say anything to upset her, but he also didn't say what she has been fishing for him to say.
The briefcase gets dumped in the hallway. The shirt is stripped off soon after, heading for the bathroom sink.
"Oh."
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Carlisle holds out his hand to shake.
"Promise."
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And doesn't let go right away. Because his cool, smooth skin feels good and she hasn't had much experience with positive touching in her life.
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"Did you...have another question?" he hazards gently.
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Go where? She has no idea. Just... away from him. And this. Before she screws it up again.
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There's a wry tone to her words. Because they are true on several levels. He didn't say anything to upset her, but he also didn't say what she has been fishing for him to say.
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"And...that is bad."
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"It's fine, Carlisle. I should get dressed."
Since there will obviously be no ravishing and oh my GOD it's a good thing I can't blush right now.
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Carlisle's confusion is starting to slide toward irritation.
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