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Chapter 8

"I wanted to see you, Carlsile, I had to see you"

Even though I knew it wasn't what she meant, I tried to play dumb.

"Have you ripped you stitches again? Because the normal protocol would be to have phoned the..." My voice trailed off as I realised that every word I was saying was worthless.

"You know that's not why I'm here." She took a step towards me, leaving a set of wet footprints behind her. Of course, she was still in her soaking clothes.

"You'd probably best change into something dry before you get ill" I advised, desperate to avoid having to respond to her comment. "You can come on upstairs and I'll get you something to put on."

We climbed the stairs and I gestured for her to wait in the bathroom while I headed to my bedroom to find something suitable for her to wear. Since most of the things I owned were formal work clothes and of course menswear, I struggled to know what to bring her. I desided on an oversized knitted jumper and a pair of pajama bottoms. As I gave her the dry clothes I felt embarrassed, what if she laughed at what I'd brought her?

"Thank you Carlisle, this is really nice of you" She took off her saturated hoodie and handed it to me along with her shoes and socks. I couldn't help but noticed that the tshirt she was wearing had gone seethrough, hugging closely to her breasts and revealing the red lace bra she was wearing underneath. I swallowed and turned to leave, hoping she hadn't noticed me looking.

I shoved her jumper and socks into the tumbledrier and hung up her shoes, my thoughts racing. The current situation was not good. At present, Isabella was downstairs in my bathroom, probably naked and about to put on my clothes. What then? Her truck had broken down, so she couldn't drive home. If I drove her home then her dad would know that she had been here and then everything would come out. I could hardly send her back out in this weather to walk home, she'd catch a death of a cold. But that only left an option that was definately not ok! There was no way that Isabella could stay here. Not only because it was entirely inappropriate and illegal, but because my rapidly deteriorating self control was very close to giving in and picking up where we had left off on her couch.

I couldn't just leave her, so I headed to the bathroom and knocked tentatively on the door.

"Miss Swan, are you changed?" There was no reply, so I knocked again, this time a bit harder. The door swung open and she stood there, adorned in my baggy jumper and loose fitting pajama trousers. Even though the outfit was ridiculous, she still looked amazing. The neckline of the knit was quite low, displaying her prominant collar bones and an enticing amount of clevage.

She apporached the doorway, stopping very close to me, definately infinging on my personal space. She smiled and spoke.

"Yes, I'm decent. And please stop calling me Miss Swan, my name is Isabella." Her face was so near to mine that when she spoke I felt the warmth of her breath skim my cheek and I swallowed nervously.

"You know I have to address my patients formally, it would be very unprofessional to call you by your first name." She signed quietly and gently shook her head at me, a teasing look in her eye.

"Come on now Carlisle, are you really still trying to pretend that our realtionship is strictly professional?" I fought to keep myself together but my self-discipline had near enough gone. My voice shook and stumbled as I spoke.

"It...it has to be! I can't...can't be...we can't be together, I'm sorry, we can't..."

My stammering was instantly silenced by her lips meeting mine with a fierce urgency. A hand combed through my hair and I moaned as her finger massaged the sensitive skin behind my ear. Surrendering everything I kissed her back, releasing all the pent up lust that had been simmering within me since the day I had met her. My hands grabbed her waist and I pulled her closer to me, deepening the kiss. Her hand slipped up the front of my shirt and teased along the firm achitecture of my toned chest.

I had one last cautionary thought: if this went any further there would be no going back.