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Chapter...What is it again? Oh, 7! XD

I woke up, and was met by a pair of molten gold eyes.

Carlisle was kneeling on the floor, and had his head on the bed atop his arms, which were crossed.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Good morning. You talk in your sleep." Carlisle had a faint smile on his lips.

I blushed furiously. I knew exactly what I had probably said, considering what I had been dreaming of. I had probably said something along the lines of "Carlisle," and "No, I want another kiss!".

"What did I say?" I was afraid to find out.

"You said my name." His eyes smoldered. "You also said...'Kiss me some more!' It was..." He trailed off.

I blushed about six different shades, and stopped on the brightest one. "Oh, God, kill me now," I whispered.

Carlisle laughed. I would have told him off, if his laugh wasn't so fascinating.

I sat up slowly, trying not to fall off of the bed.

"Did you hear mine and Charlie's conversation last night?" I asked, standing up.

"Yes, I did. Vampire hearing, remember?" Carlisle joked.

I blushed again. The conversation was quite awkward.

"Bella, don't be embarrassed. If I was your father, I would have asked the same thing," Carlisle said.

"Right. I need a human moment."

I grabbed my toiletries bag and headed to the bathroom.

As the warm water cascaded down my back, I had a chance to think.

What did that kiss mean? What about Edward? Didn't I still love him? What do I do? Do I like Carlisle like that?

The answer to the last one is most definitely yes, and I can't believe that I hadn't seen it before. I was so blind.

I, Isabella Marie Swan, had feelings for Carlisle Cullen. Oh, my God.

I hurriedly finished my shower, and ran downstairs.

And, me still being me, I tripped on the last step.

I went flailing.

I slammed into Carlisle's chest, and I felt his arms snake around my waist.

My feet weren't on the ground, and I my eyes were level with Carlisle's.

I slowly inched forward, until our lips met. My eyes drifted shut.

I pulled away, and looked into Carlisle's eyes. They were smoldering again.

I smiled.

Carlisle put me down, and I wobbled.

He chuckled, and wrapped his arm back around my waist.

"I'm going to have to stop letting you do that if you keep nearly falling down," he joked.

"Well, that's what a doctor is for. Where can I get one of those? Oh, wait! There's one right here!" I poked his chest with my finger.

He laughed, and let me go.

I went and grabbed a pop tart, and stuffed it into the toaster.

A song that I heard the other day floated into my head.

"When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies. When I grow up, I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies. When I grow up, I wanna see me, me on TV, people know me. Be on magazines. When I grow up, fresh and clean, number one chick, when I step out on the scene," I sang under my breath, lightly shaking my hips.

My pop tart shot up out of the toaster. I grabbed a plate, and put the hot pastrie (HOW THE HELL DO YOU SPELL THAT?) on a plate, and sat down.

Carlisle was staring at me. I then remembered that he had seen and heard my little performance. I blushed, ripping the chocolate pop tart in half.

After breakfast, we decided to go to a movie in Port Angeles.

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