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Chapter 2

Edward

My knee bounced as I waited impatiently for the day to end.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

By the sound of another sigh, I knew my fidgeting was annoying the student sitting next to me. Jennifer? Jemma?

Jessica.

This time I sighed.

After school, I was going over to Jasper's house. We'd planned to study for our Human Biology test the next day, and then have dinner at his.

I knew his dad, Carlisle as I preferred, would get home about seven o'clock and then cook us something really good.

Since I was bored and had finished all of my English work, I smiled as I decided I'd use the time on my hands to day dream, or to recall, the day I met Carlisle…

It was a normal Friday after school, a year after we'd started being friends. Jazz and I were walking home with the excitement of the weekend. It was only the second time I was going over to his dad's house, and I remember feeling nervous about meeting him. I'd always had a strict father-type in my life, first my dad, and then my step dad. Jazz told me his was nice, but could be hard on him if he wanted to be.

Our fifteen year old selves decided we'd eat before we got started on our studying. After making a sandwich each and scoffing them down, we headed up the stairs into his room.

'You know, one of the reasons I chose to live with dad was 'cause I like this room more,' Jazz admitted. I nodded as I looked around again.

His walls were all a dark blue, as well as his bed spread. His king sized bed was in the centre of the room, with his desk at the foot of it.

We quickly got started on our work, eager to have it all finished. I wasn't too worried about the test; I knew we would both ace it.

A couple of hours had passed, and we'd questioned and tested each other without even realising how much time had gone.

A sudden bang of a door closing made us both jump and then chuckle.

"That must be dad…come on. We've done enough."

I nod and follow him out of his room and down the stairs. I figure his dad must have gone to have a shower by the time we make it into the living room, since we can hear it running.

We settle ourselves down on the comfy leather couch in front of the TV and Jazz puts on a movie, Step Brothers.

Jasper has this weird nerve thing, or anxiousness about being on the phone to strangers. So when he suggests we call for dinner I know he means me. I get up and make my way through to the kitchen to place the order for a couple of pizza's.

Hanging up the phone, I turn just in time to see a man walk into the kitchen.

I'm pretty sure I gasped.

He looked similar to Jasper, blue eyes and blonde hair. But where Jasper's were light blue, his were dark, and while Jazz's hair was golden blonde, his was much lighter, whiter blonde.

But the first thing I took in, was the fact that he was only wearing a towel.

Oh…and that the sight of him apparently made me excited.

I could feel my heart beating rapidly, harder than ever, as I looked at this stranger.

When he smiled, a broad, toothy, grin of a smile; I was pretty sure I'd never seen anything so beautiful. I quickly blinked as I felt my cheeks warm up.

I gave a small smile back as I tried to breathe more deeply.

Suddenly, I couldn't see anymore, everything had gone black.

Moments later I felt myself come to. Blinking my eyes open and trying to figure out what had happened.

"Edward? Edward?"

Finally my eyes homed in on something still.

A face of an angel.

"Yes?" I asked, dazed.

"You okay there, son?"

Quickly, realised that he was holding me against the cupboards behind me in order to keep me upright, since I had obviously fainted for a few seconds. A hand on either side of my hips, gripping me steadily as his chest pushed against mine.

"Ah yes…thank you Sir," I replied as I tried to stand up.

He was still leaning against me.

I could feel his whole body lined up with mine.

He was everywhere.

He chuckled softly, "Don't call me Sir Edward, you'll make me feel old."

I sighed against him and closed my eyes as I breathed him in.

He smelt delicious.

"Yes, Sir. Uh..I mean um…Mr. Cullen."

"It's Carlisle," he whispered.

He was still leaning against me.

I could still feel him. His naked legs against mine, his towel against my jeans, his bare chest against my shirt.

I just hoped he couldn't feel…me.

I could feel the heat radiating off his chest.

He was so close.

"Carlisle," I breathed with a small smile.

But just as I my foot slipped the slightest bit to the side, I knew he'd felt me.

His eyes suddenly squinted in confusion, widened in surprise, and then he was gone.

He'd moved away from me so quickly, I didn't see it happen.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks come back full force as he stood a few feet away, breathing hard and staring at me.

Dropping my head down, I made my way quickly out of the kitchen, practically jogging back to the couch to sit down. Never having felt such level of embarrassment in my life, I almost wanted to cry.

After that, it was rare that I didn't have a boner around Carlisle.

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