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I had never had such a peaceful night's sleep as I did that night. I awoke in pure bliss, wrapped up in Carlisle's soft sheets, breathing in his heavenly scent. A quick check of my phone told me it was a few minutes after 7 am on Saturday morning. Charlie had sent me a text a few hours ago saying that he was going out fishing with Billy this morning and probably wouldn't be back until late tonight. I smiled to myself, knowing that this meant I had more time to spend with Carlisle.

'CARLISLE!' The thoughts from yesterday and last night flooded into my mind, making me smile like an idiot. 'OH GOD! Did last night really happen? Did Carlisle really let me put my head in his lap while he stroked my hair? OH MY GOD!'

I leapt out of bed, still clad in Carlisle's t-shirt and sweatpants. 'Where's Carlisle? Maybe I can catch him still sleeping!' I hurried out of his bedroom like a giddy school girl, hurrying down the stairs and nearly tripping over my feet twice. I came to a sliding halt, my socks providing little friction on the wood flooring at the bottom of the stairs. My eyes quickly scanned the large living room, my ears listening hard for any sign of Carlisle's presence. I found none and my smile turned into a disappointed frown. I slowly made my way into the kitchen, just in case he was hiding in there, preparing to jump out and scare me. Again I found nothing except for a piece of paper on the counter.

'Bella, I had to go into work this morning for an emergency. I hope to be back by the time you wake up. but if you are reading this then I am obviously not… : ( I will call you as soon as I can. There is plenty of food in the fridge and freezer so help yourself. If you have to go home or need to go out before I get back, I took the Aston and left the keys to the Mercedes in the garage on the key hook. I had to leave around 2 this morning and you looked too peaceful to wake up. Make yourself at home.

Love, Carlisle

'Holly shit! Carlisle had seen me sleeping and he thought I looked peaceful?!' I knew how I slept and I knew it was far from pretty. I usually was so twisted up in the sheets that I woke up to my legs aching because the sheets had cut off the blood supply to them during the night. I shuddered at the thought of Carlisle having to witness such a horrible sight.

Since Carlisle wasn't around and I had nothing else to do, I decided to explore the 'mansion' as I decided to refer to it as. Carlisle had said to make myself at home and that's just what I planned to do.

I didn't want to put on my outfit from the other day so I headed back to Carlisle's room and went through his closet, finding another pair of sweatpants and one of his white button up shirts to wear. I knew I probably looked ridiculous but I didn't care. His clothes smelled just like him and I reveled in it.

I made up his bed just as it had been before I had tossed and turned in it all night. I took the dirty pajamas downstairs to the laundry room and found a small mountain of his laundry in the hamper, waiting to be washed. I took the liberty of sorting through the clothes and starting a load in the washer before I headed into the kitchen to clean up the mess from dinner last night. After that was done I headed up to the second floor and began to explore. The rooms were large but empty. I went from one empty room to another, opening each door and looking inside before closing them back and preceding to the next empty room. Eventually I came to a door that was heavier than the others and when I opened it, I found a library full of hundreds of books with various paintings hanging throughout the room on the walls. I was stunned as I walked into the room and began exploring. There was a heavy wooden desk almost in the center of the room that held several books on its surface, alone with several files that looked like patient's records from the hospital.

All 4 walls were books cases, holding ancient looking leather bound books, with spaces for the paintings. I began glancing through the books, looking for something to entertain me while Carlisle was away. I found several classics by Jane Austin and Charles Dickens that I swear looked like first editions. I didn't dare touch these for fear of ruining them. I turned my attention to books who's bindings appeared to be less than 100 years old. I found several medical text books that looked interesting enough and pulled one from the shelf, taking it over to the desk. I took a seat in the expensive looking office chair and settled down to read.

I was flipping through the book, a fairly newer text, trying not to puke when I came across a bloody images of mangled limbs. 'Oh course I would pick up the trauma surgery text book. Idiot.' It was only when I came across a familiar name at the top of a page that I stopped flipping through the thick book. "The Cullen Method" the title of the procedure read. I quickly skimmed through the detailed procedure. It was something about reattaching muscle and tendons when a limb had been severed from the body. It looked like pretty complicated stuff and the author called it 'revolutionary'. There was a brief paragraph detailing the surgeon, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, who had come up with the technique while he was working in a small hospital in Alberta, Canada. There was a photograph of a surgical team operating on a patient; if I hadn't known Carlisle's face so well, I would not have recognized the grainy picture of him in surgical attire, his face nearly hidden by the mask that covered his beautiful mouth and nose.

I was so busy admiring the photograph of him that I failed to notice that someone was standing right in front of me. Carlisle cleared his throat, making me jump and nearly throw the text book at the sound. Carlisle erupted into a fit of laughter as I tried to slow my rapid heart rate. "You nearly scared me to death!" I screamed at him, snapping the book closed and standing.

"It's a good thing that I'm a doctor then," he smiled at me, trying to fight off more laughter. "Nice outfit, by the way," he grinned, his gorgeous honey eyes looking me over.

I blushed, of course, crossing my arms across my chest. "I could say the same about you," I snapped back. He was wearing a set of light blue scrubs with a surgeon's cap covering his head. There were multiple blood stains on his scrub shirt, appearing almost like arterial spray that you see in medical shows. I felt almost queasy just by the sight of the blood.

"I was worried about you," he explained, coming closer to stand beside of me. "Someone did not answer their cell phone the 25 times I tried calling so I came straight home from surgery to check on you." He seemed like he was almost mad at me. I remembered I had left my cell phone on his night stand and internally face palmed myself.

"Crap! I'm sorry Carlisle. I wasn't thinking," I frowned, feeling bad that I had worried him.

Carlisle sighed, placing his fingers under my chin, gently forcing my head up so that I was looking into his eyes. "All is forgiven," he smiled. "Did you eat breakfast?"

"No, I wasn't hungry." My stomach chose that exact moment to rumble to life and start growling.

"Uh-huh," he said suspiciously. "Let me change and I'll meet you in the kitchen," he said, pulling the scrub cap off, his blond hair going every which way. "I'd better take a shower too."

"I can make breakfast," I volunteered. "What would you like?"

"Umm, I actually ate at the hospital. Sorry, Bella," he frowned.

"That's ok. I'll just get some cereal." I was kind of disappointed. He had cooked for me and I wanted to return the favor.

Carlisle's beautiful smile crossed his lips. "I'll meet you downstairs in a bit," he said softly before he ducked out of the room and up the stairs to his bedroom.

We spent the rest of the day curled up together on the couch. Carlisle had wrapped his cold arms around me, pulling me close as soon as I had sat down on the couch. I was smiling like a blubbering idiot the whole time as we watched various shows on the TV. It was so easy to be around Carlisle.

The sun was starting to set when Carlisle said he should probably get me home before we were busted by Charlie. I agreed and changed back into my clothes before we left. We rode in easy silence, listening to the Mercedes purr as we raced down the deserted streets. I wanted so badly to spend more time with Carlisle, to get to know him completely.

Carlisle pulled the car over onto the edge of the street a few houses down from mine. We had agreed that this was the best place for him to let me out at, to avoid suspicion from the nosy neighbors. We sat there in the darkness, the sun nearly hidden behind the distant mountains. There was just enough light in the car to illuminate Carlisle's ghostly face, a smile playing on his pale lips. I smiled back, unsure of what to say.

"Thank you, Bella. I had a wonderful time last night and today," his soft voice whispered into the darkness.

"I did too, Carlisle," I breathed back. Our faces were very close and moving closer by the second.

"You are welcome at my home anytime, Bella."

"Thanks, Carlisle." Our faces were only about 2 inches away from one another at this point. I could feel and smell his delicious breath on my face and I shivered as the cold air licked at my lips. I wanted Carlisle Cullen. I wanted him to kiss me, to marry me, to spend eternity with me. In that instant it felt like time had stopped. It felt like the world outside of his car did not exist and it was only the 2 of us left on the whole planet.

My breathing was becoming more erratic and my heart felt as though it was going to come out of my chest it was beating so hard and fast. Suddenly Carlisle's hand was on my cheek, the sudden coldness on my skin causing me to shiver. Carlisle seemed to notice and was withdrawing his hand when I grabbed his wrist with my own hand to stop him. I leaned my face back into his stone hard hand and smiled, showing him it was okay. The smile slowly returned to his face.

We sat there like that for probably 5 minutes before a set of headlights broke our connection and we immediately separated. The tint on the Mercedes's windows was dark enough that I knew no one could see us, but we both knew that Carlisle could get into serious trouble if anyone even suspected that there was something going on between us. 'God I hate being a FUCKING MINOR! AHHHHH! My fucking birthday cannot come soon enough!'

"Good night, Bella," Carlisle said, staring straight ahead, dismissing me from his car.

I frowned, saddened that I had to leave and confused by his behavior. I reached for the handle to open the car door. "Wait, Bella!" Carlisle said with hushed urgency. He had reached over and grabbed my wrist firmly, preventing me from opening the door, his eyes suddenly burning with something…desire…hatred…I wasn't sure. Suddenly his face was close to mine again. He seemed uncertain about something, obviously wanting to say something, but looking like he couldn't find the words. "Good night, Bella," he whispered again, his cold, stone lips gently kissing my cheek. His lips lingered on my cheek for several seconds longer than they should have for just a simple friendly parting kiss.

I exited the car slowly, in shock over what had just transpired. Maybe Carlisle did feel the same way about me as I did about him… All I knew was that I loved Carlisle more than ever and all I wanted to do was get back in that car, go back to his house, get back into his bed and pull him in with me.

What did you think? I have the next 2 chapters written and will be posting soon. I know the direction I want the story to take; I just have to make myself write it. Anyway, thanks for reading and please review! 8 )