Sparks Fly-Chapter 14

Hey! Some of you asked what Carlisle does- he is going back to school to be a doctor (as you could have guessed). Enjoy this chappy!

Hannah Banana

Carlisle's POV

As I pulled away from her home, I took a deep breath. Her kisses were addictive.

Now, all I had left of them were the red spot surrounding my mouth.

She had agreed to a tour around Forks this afternoon, so I needed to be ready.

When I arrived at home, I showered the remaining smell off and dressed.

I turned on the T.V. and watched the news while I fried some eggs-instant brunch.

Channel 17 was reporting Seattle crimes.

Channel 66 was broadcasting this weeks local events.

As I ran through several other stations, my mind drifted to Esme: her face, her lips, her sweet smile; her piercing green eyes and delicate eyebrows. I loved everything about her: inside and out.

I sighed, and smelt burning eggs. I frantically poured the smoking food onto a plate. Turning off the TV, I ate in silence, my thoughts clouded.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Esme's POV

My phone rang.

I groaned and set down my ice bag. The hangover had been delayed the headache for a few minutes, and now I was paying for it.

I clicked the button and answered without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

Alice's piercing giggle blew my ear drum. I held the phone away and bit my lip. What would I tell her?

"Ez-tell me everything! Now!" she demanded. I sighed.

"He took me to dinner at the new restaurant in Port Angeles..." She cut me off.

"What'd you eat?"

"We shared, uh, spaghetti. And..."

"Romantic," she sang through the connection.

I raised an eyebrow. "And after, we went to this club-I don't remember the name..."

"Oh god-you're a drinker? Hmmm...I never..." I cut her off.

"I'm not. It was a one time deal...and right now, I have a hell of a hangover," I declared, my pulsing headache coming back into consciousness.

"And what'd you do after the bar? Was Carlisle..."

"Hell no, Ali, what I did was puked and passed out. Great night, huh," I commented.

"Tough. Hmmm...where is he now?" she asked after a moment.

I sighed. "Home...he's picking me up later. For some...touring."

She snorted. "Of Forks? That won't take an hour."

I sighed. "Yeah. I gotta go-bye Ali."

After hanging up, I replaced my ice bag and laid back down on my bed. Te unpleasant smell of vomit hung in the air. I hadn't felt such piercing pain in weeks.

I had to puke last night, of all nights, I mentally scolded myself. I hadn't digested alcohol in years, so my stomach didn't react very well.

But Carlisle was so compassionate and caring, the way he helped me last night...I was utterly and undeniably in love with him. I think.