"I don't understand this? I don't know anything about you. I barely remember your last name," she whispers into my chest and the feel of her against me is exquisite.

"You don't think I question how you've burrowed your way into my soul? You're all I can think about," I admit, spinning her around and pressing her against the gold tiles of the hallway.

She looks up, meeting my eyes, and I want to float away in those pools of gray.

"And you better get used to the name Cullen, because it's going to be yours someday."


So...you guys think it's gross that Alice isn't reacting to him giving her mom the digit love. And you aren't really fond of Carlisle.

I'm doing my job.