I am at my wit's end! My family has ruined another evening with Bella that should have been most pleasant.
We tried again to focus on each other and do homework together in my bedroom, Bella even avoided dinner time, so that this would not draw complaints from my family, eating with Charlie before she drove here.
We worked on English together, neither of us finding it very difficult and listened to some records and CDs whilst we worked. After an hour and a half we had finished and stretched out on my bed, our arms tangled around each other.
Bella kissed my neck and her hand was creeping under my shirt, deliciously warm against the small of my back when Carlisle noticed Bella's increased breathing and started to sing hymns and fervently recite prayers for our chastity at a deafening volume in his head.
Bella noticed me flinch and asked me what was wrong. I motioned to her with a finger on my lips and wrote on some paper that Carlisle was listening and praying for us. She rolled her eyes and threw herself back against the bed in frustration. She then wrote THIS IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY.
I nodded and made a driving gesture. She sighed and nodded and we left silently.
By the time we had driven out to the lake we only had another thirty minutes together before we needed to head home and I had to go hunting. I also knew Carlisle would want to give me some fatherly advice about the sanctity of marriage and our virginity being a gift, which was a total mood killer.
We had some delightful snuggles in the back of the Volvo and Bella did that scritchy thing behind my ear that makes my eyes roll back, but sadly we didn't have time for the extended kissing session I had been looking forward to all day.
Will we never get to be alone properly?