Tuesday saw Carlisle back to work, it was a thing that brought me mixed emotions. On one hand I felt that it was too soon, that he needed more time to adjust to the life altering turn of event but on the other I was entirely glad, however competent I was at my job I was no Carlisle Cullen. Today was an easier, more relaxed, day on my behalf as I had few outpatients to see, my own paper work was up to date which left me only to discharge a few of my post-surgery patients. Carlisle had it a little tougher, catching up on the cases I had taken as well as an emergency surgery. By the time the afternoon brought us around to paper work Carlisle definitely had to change his clothes. It was amusing really, I was lazing at Carlisle's desk typing up some of his dictated letters when he came hurrying into his office.
"What on earth happened to you? Chainsaw massacre?" I said chuckling, his green scrub trousers covered in blood.
"Severed carotid artery," He said opening his cupboard and pulling out his suit trousers and pristine white shirt.
"How on earth did that happen?" I said with a furrowed brow, "Surely they'd have bled out in the ambulance?"
"It happened here… Alzheimer's patient got into the kitchen," He sighed rolling his eyes, "I've told them before to keep that door locked,"
"Ouch," I winced, "Surgery successful I take it,"
"It was thankfully, very close call but they'll recover and luckily not remember a thing," He nodded before locking his door and then stripping off. Trying to stop myself drooling I turned back to my typing, Carlisle was far too easy on the eye for me not to sneak a peek when he dropped his soiled scrub trousers. Bad girl, I scolded myself, stop staring at your devilishly handsome boss.
"What have you been up to this afternoon?" He mused tucking his shirt into his trousers before fixing his cuffs. Looking to him I grinned.
"You make it sound like I've been slacking," I said in amusement as he unlocked his door.
"Now I would never suggest that," He said with mock hurt perching himself on the desk beside me.
"Good. Your letters are all typed, I saw the patients you were scheduled to see when you had to go to surgery, I have also sorted the referrals for you to sign," I said stretching back in his chair.
"You are very on the ball today, you're going to show me up," He said, leaning down towards me.
"Show you up? To who?" I replied touching my chin with one finger.
"To you," He breathed, that was the moment a loud knock sounded on the door and Martha walked in.
"Oh Dr Cullen," She said a little breathlessly, "Your wife is here,"
"Ex-wife Nurse Severn," He said with a disgruntled sigh, "I would really prefer you ask her to leave, I have a pile of paper work to contend with,"
"Oh I see, I am afraid she said it was important," Martha said nervously as the ex-Mrs Cullen walked in and Martha hurried away.
"Carlisle," She said frostily before turning to me, "Whore," My jaw dropped before I pursed my lips.
"Apologise," Carlisle snarled standing in front of the beautiful angry woman, "How dare you," Esme sneered, flicking her silky hair over one shoulder. I hadn't a clue when he had moved, it was almost as if he had teleported but with the tension in the room thickening I didn't give it any more thought.
"I have simply come to tell you I shall be going to Tanya's," She said lightly, "The children are aware,"
"That still does not excuse how rude you have become," He snapped, lightly Esme sighed.
"Dr Collier I apologise… apparently I am out of line," Esme said dryly, "Now I must go,"
Carlisle was fuming, it took a second for him to stop shaking enough for me to get my arms around his neck. However brief his and his ex-wife's interaction had been it obviously was not something he was ready for.
"Carlisle," I said gently as I smoothed his hair back, "Calm down, she's not worth it,"
"I am sorry about that," He said putting his hands on my hips, "She used to be such a wonderful woman, when she morphed into an utter bitch I have yet to work out,"
"Sweetie it doesn't matter," I softly breathed, "I have a younger sister, I've been called worse things," Carlisle smiled in annoyance.
"Doesn't make me feel any better," He sighed before pulling out of my embrace, "Let's get our closing round done and then head home, we're on nights tomorrow,"
Carlisle was in a sour mood as we left, shouldering my bag I stopped beside him as he unlocked his car.
"Well I guess I shall see you tomorrow," I said slowly. Carlisle looked back to me in confusion before a look of understanding swept across his features.
"Come and stay with me tonight," He said bravely, my stomach dropped and my cheeks burned, did that mean what I think it means?
"Carlisle," I stuttered, "Aren't we a little old for sleep overs," Carlisle's lips curled into a smirk.
"Come on Ebony, what have you to lose?" He said smoothly.
"My job," I spluttered, "You're my boss,"
"You really think I'm propositioning you," He chuckled, I puffed out my cheeks childishly.
"With you I never know," I said dryly, "Everything you say is laced with ulterior motive,"
"A little harsh don't you think," He winced frowning, "If you don't want to then I shall see you tomorrow,"
I did not go to Carlisle's house that night and I slept uneasily. Carlisle and I had become extremely close extremely quickly, it was confusing. I liked Carlisle a lot more than I should and I was attracted to him in a way that was beyond admiring, he was a conundrum to me, he stirred this feeling inside me that I could not place and I found ever harder to ignore. The feeling bated me, it whispered temptation to my desires and drove me to the point of madness. With Carlisle around my mind was clouded, I said things I shouldn't and I did things I had tried to convince myself against. He really was my weakness, the one thing I could not resist and he tempted me, his constant jibes that we could be together, how easy it would be for us to just… have sex. Damn did I want him.
Tossing and turning in the sheets I growled at myself, should I have passed up the possibility Carlisle did like me? The last thing I wished to do was hurt him, I had seen the damage done by Esme and his already shattered heart could not take another bout of utter rejection. Had I been wrong? Had turning him away so adamantly when he asked me to spend the night with him been a rash and ill thought out reaction? My answer to myself was yes, that I should have gone with him, I should have explained my fears and also my desires. I wanted Carlisle Cullen, I wanted him more than I had wanted anything but he was too perfect, too far beyond my reach. I was pretty in a way, intelligent perhaps but Carlisle? He was in a class of his own, there was no way a man like him would truly want me, would end his marriage for me. There was another idea that kept flitting through my boggled mind, that Carlisle had divorced Esme because he liked me. Ridiculous. Beyond imagining. But a woman could but dream and did I dream, every night since that stupid car ride that he wanted me, it did not bare thinking about.
By morning I had not slept well but at half seven I climbed from bed, showered, dressed and headed out for the twenty minute walk to Carlisle's house. We needed to talk, I needed to understand him, to understand what he wanted of me. I would not be a rebound, I would not be a rebellion but the idea of being serious terrified me. I was confused, more so than standing beside him in the car park last night and by the time I rapped in his front door, soaked to my skin, I wished I was not here, that I had not come. The door opened and the beautiful face of the youngest Cullen appeared, back pack over one shoulder obviously ready for school.
"Oh hey Ebony, Carlisle's upstairs," Nessie said letting me in, "Is he expecting you?" Slipping off my useless coat I shook my head.
"No but I need to talk to him if that's alright," I said wearily as I hung my coat up on a hook by the door. The Cullen house was a large red brick building with a glass extension at the back, it was bizarre really but extremely beautiful.
"Yeah, I mean he's not doing anything so I guess it's okay…I've got to get the others but you know the way right," She was adorable to the point of sickly but Nessie held a place in my heart.
"Sure," I chuckled, Nessie skipped away once the door was shut leaving me to kick off my shoes and head up to Carlisle's office.
Knocking on the slightly open door of his study I walked in, he was sat in his leather arm chair nose in an old leather bound book looking utterly bored and completely beautiful.
"Ebony," He said in surprise, peeking up at me, "You are soaked… why didn't you call if you wanted to come around I would have picked you up," I chuckled nervously, apparently he was not mad at me…I felt somewhat relieved by this information.
"I guess I wasn't thinking," I said tugging my wet sleeves down to hide my blue hands, I was frozen.
"Let's get you dry," He closed his book getting up to his feet, taking me by the waist and leading me through a side door into his bedroom, a room now bare of anything that could be thought to be Esme's. It was a large room with hard wood floors, a queen sized bed with blood red real silk sheets and oak furniture. He released me gliding into the bathroom a few feet away and coming back with a large white fluffy towel and a bathrobe.
"Here," He said with a bemused smile, "If you let me have your clothes I'll get them dry,"
"Thanks Carlisle…I feel a fool," I said blushing before taking the towel and robe from him, Carlisle turned around allowing me privacy to strip not that it really mattered since he had seen me in the bath before. I wrestled the damp clothes from my body, even finding need to strip my underwear and pile them in a sodden heap before quickly towelling my skin dry. The bathrobe smelt so strongly of Carlisle I could have groaned in pleasure, it was soft and warm and swamped me to the point the ties could have easily have wrapped twice around my waist, I roughly towel dried my hair before tapping Carlisle on the shoulder.
He laughed at me, hand clenching sides in an attempt to contain his amusement.
"You look tiny in that," He mused taking my wet clothes and hanging them over the hot radiator. Tightening the waist band I poked out my tongue and kept silent, not gracing him with a response to his statement.
"Oh how mature," He chuckled rushing me and sweeping me into his arms before throwing me onto the bed and jumping on next to me. I squealed as I hit the mattress, trying desperately to keep the robe covering enough of me to keep my modesty somewhat intact.
"Carlisle," I laughed as he just missed landing on me.
"The kids are off to school now, how about we go in the hot tub," He said with a grin, his enthusiasm evident on his perfect pale face.
"Carlisle I came to talk to you, not go swimming," I said softly, he frowned slightly, the action crumpling his brow.
"That sounds ominous," He leaned back slightly, his whole body tense as if fighting the fight or flight reflex, I gasped rolling towards him.
"No sweetie, nothing bad…I…I just wanted to apologise for over reacting last night, I just don't want your kids getting the wrong idea…" I whispered running my hand up his soft skin tight t-shirt, hoping beyond hope that he believed me. I couldn't bring myself to say what I really wanted to not that what I had said was false, I really was worried for his children's reaction. He nodded slowly and smiled.
"I see, perfectly understandable," He breathed, "I am sorry for upsetting you Ebony… everything is just a little confusing and I think we had a bit of a misunderstanding of intentions…I really just needed a distraction the first night back here without Esme, I wasn't trying to seduce you… that was not my intention in the slightest,"
"So you don't want to have sex with me," I said my voice on edge. Carlisle froze.
"That is a double edged sword of a question," He muttered, "And at this moment the answer is unimportant," I just smiled, my lips twitching further into a grin. His answer, although noncommittal, was as close to the right answer as I was comfortable getting.
"Lets just go in the hot tub," He chuckled, obviously happy that I wasn't pushing him.
"I don't have a swim suit," I whined, folding my arms and sticking out my bottom lip in an entirely childish manner. Smirking and sliding from the bed Carlisle got to his feet.
"Who said anything about swim suits?" His voice slid over me so seductively that upon him pulling his t-shirt off I could not refuse. I whimpered, damn was I cornered and without hope of escape. Was I complaining however? Definitely not.
How, after how determined I was this morning, did I end up naked in Carlisle's hot tub not that I was entirely unhappy with the turn of events. My cheeks were bright red as I watched Carlisle drop his towel and fought my jaw from dropping. I managed to gather some of my faculties as his waist slid below the water line and he, smirking like the devil himself, edged towards me. No words were said for a moment as his cold hands ghosted along my sides to rest on the small of my back, I tentatively rested my hands on his chest, not entirely certain whether it was to touch his chiselled pectorals or to reassure myself of the gap between our submerged bodies.
"You can tell me if you're uncomfortable," He whispered, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
"No… it's just, well…" I blushed, "I feel like a naughty school girl," Carlisle grinned sitting down on the shelf behind him and guiding me to his side, beneath his ridiculously cold arm.
"Are you worried we'll be caught?" He whispered into my ear, I swallowed feeling my stomach twist.
"A little…I am more distracted," I admitted.
"Distracted?" Carlisle repeated.
"Carlisle… you are the most gorgeous man in the world and you are naked," I said wryly, "Can you blame me," He flashed me his teeth in a grin, one of his icy fingers of the arm slung around my shoulders tracing circles on my upper arm.
"You do know how to massage my ego," He said, "Now relax," I exhaled looking up into his eyes, I bloody wished I could relax but my inner demon would not cease stirring my core into knots and urging me to throw myself at my naked boss.
"Well I've remembered how to breathe," I said sourly.
"Always a good thing to remember to do," He whispered, "But if you forget fear not, I'm trained in CPR," I could not help the shiver that shook my body, he was evil… evil but beautiful and impossible to deny. My eyes rolled around their socket at his coy remark.
"You are so mean," I whimpered, my voice betraying me.
"I was only making you aware," He chuckled into my ear.
My control of the situation was waning and with it my ability to act like an adult. With a wicked grin I splashed water at him, watching him try to work out what the hell had just happened.
"What was that for?" He coughed.
"Well…too hard to resist," I said lightly, fluttering my eyelashes innocently.
"You madam are starting a battle you will lose," He floated around to face me, my eyes narrowed warily. Like a flash Carlisle ducked below the surface. The Jaws theme tune began to play in my mind as I froze, waiting for something to happen. Hands grabbed my waist and with a squeal I launched into the air, my body splashing down a few feet away in a most graceless manner. The warm water surrounded me, my hair floating around like a mane, I could hear laughter. I pouted, surfacing with a scowl.
"You…" I started.
"I did want you," Carlisle said with a grin. My lips twisted into an evil smirk as a plan formulated in my head. Casually I drifted back to my seat beside him, just listening to the rain beat down on the glass roof.
"This is nice," I commented, he was watching me with a calculated expression. He knew I was going to do something but he was unaware how creative I could be.
"Yes," He said slowly, "It is,"
"I haven't been in a hot tub before," I said, it was true, "I had myself convinced that they were only ever used to film those really seedy movies. You know where the woman is sitting in it watching her gardener, he gets far too hot and sweaty and he comes to join her…and well we all know where that ends,"
"I didn't realise you watch porn," Carlisle's blunt words caught me by surprise.
"I don't… but my halls at uni were co-ed and those walls are really thin," I countered, "It is shocking the things you here,"
"Was this odd train of thought going somewhere?" He chuckled, a lop sided smile.
"Yes…well…sort of. It just that my thoughts about hot tubs and half right…I mean we're in it naked… but I cannot see having sex in here would be as easy as people assume," My words had Carlisle pensive. I chewed my lip thoughtfully.
"Unless," I muttered before swinging myself to straddle his hips, the surprise on his face a delightful sight, and I smoothed my hands over his shoulders.
"Ebony," He said slowly, blinking once.
"Carlisle," I replied with a sickly sweet smile.
"Jacob," A voice called from the door way, I squealed pressing myself to Carlisle as I realised my breasts were bare to the world. Looking to the door I saw a man mountain, native American heritage and possibly my age, standing there with a grin plastered across his face.
"Jacob," Carlisle said delicately, "Nessie is at school,"
"I know, I just arrived… heard giggling," He said stepping forward arms folded and a smile of amusement glued to his face, "You must be the student… have to say Doc never thought you one for skinny dipping with your colleagues,"
"We are in my house," He said before adding pointedly, "Alone," The man laughed openly.
"I get it… clear off Jacob," He said dramatically, "I'll see you later,"
Jacob jogged off in to the rain to god knows where. Sitting back slightly Carlisle and I shared an awkward look.
"Well…that was embarrassing," I said quietly.
"Exceedingly," Carlisle agreed letting his hands drop to my hips, "Shall we pretend it never happened,"
"Let's," I agreed twirling a strand of Carlisle's hair around one of my fingers, a blush covering my cheeks.
"Now why are you sitting on me?" He chuckled.
"Just pondering the logistics of the movies," I mused, "I can get off if it bothers you," Carlisle smiled softly, one hand coming to tuck my hair behind my ear.
"I am not bothered," He whispered before adding, "You look beautiful," I watched his eyes trail my exposed chest before coming up to meet mine. I couldn't breathe, he looked so absolutely gorgeous that I was stunned to silence, all I could do was sit dumbly and feel as his fingers ran from my shoulder down my arms before meeting at the small of my back. It was silly how easily he affected me, how much I wanted him yet tried to deny it.
"Carlisle," I whispered, he nodded, "What is happening with us?" Our heads were creeping closer together, I could feel his cold breath against my lips.
"Fate," He whispered absentmindedly, "Something that is inevitable. The easiest thing would be to just let it happen,"
"What happens if we don't?" I was afraid and excited at the same time, his nose brushed against mine, his hair tickling my forehead.
"It will tear us apart until it gets it's way," He mused, "And I couldn't bear to see you broken,"
"We should roll with it?" I stuttered, my breath catching in my throat.
"Yes, we should roll with it," He smiled, eyes half closed.
"Carlisle?" I breathed again.
"Yes," He replied.
"Alors m'embrasse," Before the words had left my mouth he gently tugged my face to his and pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. It was brief but lingering, chaste yet passionate and when we pulled apart we were both satisfied yet wishing for more. Our eyes met and without a second thought I kissed him again. My hands tangled in his hair, clinging to him as he devoured my mouth. Something inside me screamed that this was wrong, that this shoulder never happen, that I was disregarding all reason and logic but I ignored it, I didn't care. He held me tightly, chest rising and falling quickly and suddenly worried about breathing I pulled back, panting.
"Parfait," Carlisle breathed, "Thank you," I managed not to blush, instead resting my forehead against Carlisle's.
"You silly man," I cooed, "What are you thanking me for?"
"For being so wonderful," He breathed, "And indulging me," I bit my lip gently and smiled.
"You fool," I chuckled, "I thought you were indulging me," Humming in contentment Carlisle shrugged.
"I feel indulged," He mused, "I have a beautiful woman astride me,"
"Tch," I scoffed, "Are you getting ideas Dr Cullen,"
"Perhaps," He grinned his fingers trailing my sides, "But I am not going to push my luck,"
"Probably best… this may be a little too fast otherwise," I whispered, my hands sliding down to Carlisle's shoulders, my hands tangling in his hair. His breath tickled my lips before they met chastely again.
"Mm, I would not want to screw this up," He breathed, I angled my head and kissed his neck, lips trailing to his shoulder, "You tease," Grinning into the crook of his neck I giggled, gasping as he sharply tugged me flush to him.
"You are testing my self-control," He whispered as he pushed his hardening length against my stomach. I moaned softly before pulling back, my hands on his shoulders.
"Too fast," I said shakily, "I'm sorry," Hushing me, Carlisle gently brushed back my hair and smiled.
"No I'm sorry," He chuckled, "You just make me feel young and I was most definitely out of line,"
Hopping from his lap to sit once more beside him I smiled, tucking myself back under his arm and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Young? I don't even know how old you are," I said softly, entirely comfortable.
"386," He said quietly.
"Yeah yeah," I muttered softly, "I get it, don't ask," Carlisle chuckled, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
Work that night wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. Our nights were spent on call, it was a small hospital so this generally meant we were safe sitting on the sofa in Carlisle's office watching a film on his laptop and catching up on paperwork. Well we were fine as long as one of us was awake. Carlisle Cullen was the master of staying awake, he never once even drifted off or even looked close to it. I on the other hand found this exceedingly difficult, it was the hardest thing about this job but I had Carlisle and every time I'd doze Carlisle would gently prod me until I woke back up.
"So what is the film for tonight?" I said rubbing my hands together gleefully as I lounged back on the sofa in Carlisle's office. He was crouched down, a laptop on the coffee table a few feet away, setting up tonight's entertainment.
"Well," He said grinning, "I thought that you'd appreciate this," There was a click as he pressed play and sitting back beside me, arm slung over my shoulder, we both watched as the title screen began to roll and music started. 'Hot tub fever' in a curly old time writing appeared on the screen. Turning, eyes narrowed, to look at the smirking man beside me I tried not to laugh.
"You didn't," I sighed as he began to chuckle.
"Well you were wondering how they managed it," He mused, "Think it educational,"
"I cannot believe my boss is encouraging me to watch porn at work," I said dryly, trying not to look at the ridiculously large breasted woman, who could hardly be old enough to be legal, lounged in a hot tub.
"Hey, as long as they keep the mental health patients out of the kitchen we'll be fine," He chuckled, "And it isn't as if I am going to re-enact it here with you, no I'll wait till we get home or that would be irresponsible," My face burned at the idea and I tried desperately not to say something stupid.
"Getting a little ahead of ourselves aren't we sweetie?" I said slowly.
"I apologise, that was crude… I'll let you sleep first," His cheeky answer earned him a punch on the shoulder which, to my great disappointment, hurt me more than him.
"Jeez!" I growled, "What the hell are you made of? Concrete?" He smirked.
"Now I would hope a budding Doctor like yourself to know that that is entirely impossible…I'm made of far stronger stuff, titanium perhaps," He said, eyes flicking to the screen where the grader was currently stripping off his trousers and leaping into the hot tub beside the top heavy woman. The gardener proceeded to hover somehow in the middle of the hot tub and bounce the woman up and down on his…well I think we all know what.
"I see what you mean about logistically false and my hot tub is remarkably bigger and deeper than that," He said evenly, one hand going up to his neck to loosen his tie and collar. My brows furrowed as I watched him begin to fidget, what was his problem? Surely a man like Carlisle wouldn't get turned on by such unrealistic porn, but then again perhaps being a man was his problem. Then I realised that Carlisle had not long been divorced for 'cheating' which probably meant he hadn't gotten laid for months and I, being a cruel and evil temptress, had gotten him rather up for it earlier in the hot tub and not gone through with it. My eyes darted to his trousers. Yep he was pitching.
"Is this seriously turning you on?" I said slyly.
"What?" He stuttered, following my gaze when I looked back down at his crotch, "Oh… well, I may have been thinking of earlier and how you solution for the flaw in this film would work spectacularly," I grinned.
"Doesn't that class as sexual harassment at work?" I chuckled.
"It's only harassment if you don't want it," He said shrugging, "Which I know you do," I bit my lip, that was more than true but somehow I still felt myself fighting what I felt towards Carlisle. It was a silly thing to fight when we both knew that this was happening but in the back of my mind there was a niggling sensation that something was seriously wrong with this, that it was unnatural. Looking up to Carlisle I tried to work out what was wrong with him, something surely, but I could find nothing. He was perfect and I was trying to pick holes for the sake of it.
"I do, just not at work," I chuckled, tilting my head to rest on his shoulder, "Now can we watch a real film,"
"Sure, how about Captain America Three? A bit old school but if I remember right you like Marvel," He said softly. I grinned, what on earth was I worrying about? Carlisle was perfect.
By eight am I was more than ready to sleep and unable to refuse Carlisle driving me back to his house and tucking me into his bed. Carlisle was propped up on the pillows beside me when I woke up, it was half past two, the rain was hammering against the windows and the wind whistling through the vents. The crimson sheets splayed out around us were a stark contrast to Carlisle's ivory chest and for a moment as I looked at him it was almost surreal, like I was still dreaming.
"Hello," Carlisle chuckled as I stretched and sat up, pushing my odd thoughts firmly to one side.
"Hello," I replied running my hands through my hair as my brain tried to function.
"A little less tired," He chuckled, "I feared you had died once you'd fallen asleep," I grinned, still slightly dazed and rolled my slightly stiff neck from side to side.
"Yeah, I do tend to sleep like the dead," I muttered, flopping back down onto the pillows, "I really don't know how you manage to stay awake so easily,"
"Practice," He said simply, "You get used to it," His arm sneaking below my waist to cradled me to him, "And it is definitely worth it to have you here," I just smiled, biting my bottom lip gently, admiring how glorious he was to look at.
"How on earth did we get to this?" I hummed almost to myself, "I mean so entirely content,"
"Some things we cannot deny, no matter how hard we try they will find a way. I know that this is not ideal but for the first time in years I feel entirely happy," Carlisle sighed, pressing his lips to my forehead.
"You're so perfect it must be a crime," I scoffed, my cheeks lighting up in a blush.
"Oh you caught me, I am a devious criminal! Are you going to handcuff me?" Carlisle's hopeful words took me by surprise, my eyes shot open so wide I could have died and leaving me to lay staring at him unable to speak for what seemed like an age, "I'm teasing Ebony, breathe," I gulped in a lungful of air, not realising how my chest was beginning to burn.
"You are cruel and unusual," I scolded, "One of these days I'll follow through with one if your offhand remarks," He smirked, a playfully devious look in his amber eyes.
"Well, that may not be something I am entirely against," He purred his almost bare body moving to hover above me and I suddenly felt extremely exposed in nothing but my nickers and Carlisle's soft white shirt.
"You, Dr Cullen, are a seductive flirt," I sighed, reaching up to run my hands over his chest, "And I find it despicably hard to resist you,"
"So you will handcuff me," He said hopefully.
"Carlisle," I cried, it was hopeless to try to talk to him when he got in this mood I would soon find.
"I'm sorry Ebony," He chuckled, "But I so want to take off the shirt you're wearing…I find you far too tempting to let it pass,"
"Carlisle," I repeated, my voice coming out as a plea, "Your children will be home soon and I am sure Jacob would not wish to waltz in on us naked again,"
"Okay," He relented, the disappointment in his voice not hard to hear, "You are right, as usual,"
"Oh sweetie," I grinned leaning up and pecking him on the lips, "I am always right,"