Stephenie Meyer owns all that is Twilight.
I remember the first day I saw him, I'll never forget it.
"Crap" I looked at the time on my phone; it was 8:45 in the morning. The power must have gone out sometime during the night. I stared at my digital alarm clock blinking 12:00 back at me. I had 15 minutes to get dressed and across campus to the liberal arts building. This was terrible, the first day of the fall semester of my junior year; I was hoping to good impression by arriving 15 minutes early and volunteer setting up for the class.
I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and tank top; luckily it felt like June rather than September that it really was. Grapping my backpack I'm out the door in a flash. I made good time avoiding the sidewalks choosing to cut across the lawns instead. Yes, I made to the building with two minutes to spare, I rummaging through my pack, looking for my sketchbook. I turn the corner. SMACK.I slam into something solid and hard. I fell back flat on my back, looking up I see a golden haired Adonis staring back down at me, looking just as flabbergasted as I was.
He snapped out his trance before I did mine. "I…" He started in a British accent, he took a deep breath and spoke once more, "I am deeply sorry miss, I wasn't watching were I was going". He bent down and lifted me by my waist and set back on my feet. I surveyed the mess that was the contents of backpack. We both leaned down at the same time to retrieve my sketchbook and pencils, affectively bumping out heads together.
"Owww" I screeched, holding my forehead.
"I'm sorry" he repeated quietly. Then kneeling down collecting to my things, handing them to me and he walked away.
A minute after I collected my wits, I finally made it to my class. "Sorry..." I muttered to the instructor and the class as I took my seat behind an empty easel next to Amber, my friend from two years ago in freshman biology.
"Your name," the instructor called from the middle of the room.
"Esme Platt" I returned.
She checked me off her class list "As I was saying, this is Advanced Drawing and I'm Elizabeth Masen your instructor. We will be focusing out time together studying the human form. Today, we shall start with simple sketches of the male form." Elizabeth looks over to the man standing in the shadows. You may come and take position now, Carlisle." The golden haired god stepped forward from where he stood, wearing only bathrobe. He took his position within the circle of easels and students. I retrieved my pencil from my bag in shock; I started to prepare myself for what would happen next. He nodded toward Elizabeth and then he fixed me with the most brilliant smile. He untied his robe. My pencil slipped through my fingers and skidded across the floor. I hadn't noticed, I was too awestruck with the sheer perfection of this man. Everything about him was perfect. Starting with his hair golden blond made for running fingers through. To his beautiful face with glittering green eyes, high cheekbones, long straight nose, luscious lips for kissing, and strong jaw. Last I scanned his body, I was in shock his body was superb; light blond hair was sprinkled his body, chiseled abs, long muscled limbs, tight behind, and his long, thick member standing at a salute above his balls. "You may begin class." Elizabeth announced snapping me out of my full evaluation of him.
So it begins I thought as retrieved my pencil from the floor.