The next morning I'd never felt better. Waking up with Carlisle in my arms was beyond amazing, made even more so by the series of sins we'd committed last night. Fuck, he was amazing. It'd never even crossed my mind that he would actually want to do that, considering both the consequence if we were found out and the amount of trust the act involved.

He was beautiful, hair messy from my fingers and cheeks flushed pink as our eyes met.

'Love you.' I leant forward and kissed the end of his nose. 'How do you feel?' I asked, remembering the only noise he made was a nervous squeak once or twice and hoping like hell I hadn't hurt him.

He smiled shyly, sliding his arms around my neck in order to pull himself up to kiss me again. He froze halfway but answered anyway. 'Pretty fucking great.'

'You're not...I haven't hurt you? It wasn't painful?'

'No more than I expected it to be.' He leant into me again, unsurprisingly still tired.

I tried to bring out lips together but he shifted again.

'Garrett.'

'What's wrong?' I pinned his hands against the bed and he turned his face away again.

'I have to brush my teeth.'

I laughed but apparently he was serious. 'You do realise what you had in your mouth last night, don't you?'

He blushed again and managed to smile. 'Even more so then.'

'What about a kiss first?' I tried to convince him, slowly realising that I had no idea what his normal habits were at home. I'm already in your bed, can't we just pretend we're married already?'

He sat up suddenly, eyes wide. 'Garrett...you want to get married?.. I know we can't, but...you would want to?'

Now it was my turn to study the floor. "Of course I would…" I tried to find his hand, knotting my fingers in his. "I love you. Of course I would want to marry you. Would you…say yes?"

"…Depends…"

"On what?" I knew he was teasing me from the smile on his face, but I really was curious.

"On what you would want out of a wedding. There's no way in hell I'm doing any of that formal shit that Esme made me do."

We glanced at each other and then we were laughing hysterically, fear tainted by bliss. One wrong move and this was all over. "What are we doing, Carlisle?" I sighed, flopping back against the mattress again and replaying the events of last night in my head over and over again.

"I'm brushing my teeth."

"Seriously? We just had that conversation and that's what you're thinking about?" It was hard to act horrified, but the expression on his face was worth it.

"Um…yeah, I guess…It's gross…" He swallowed guiltily.

"I'm kidding, do what you want, I don't care." As long as I get to kiss you immediately afterwards.

"What time do you have to go home?" he mumbled, his head coming to rest on my shoulder.

I sighed, running my fingers through his hair. "Soon, I guess. Before I upset anyone."

"I'll drive you." He hugged my waist.

"You're tired, Carlisle, you cant drive in this state."

"If I drive, then I get to stay with you a little longer," he explained quietly.

I smiled. "That's fine with me." Secretly I hoped that Tanya might invite him to stay for lunch or something. Anything.

"We should go now?" He slowly sat up, biting his lip to try and hide the fact he didn't want to.

"Not yet. I think we should at least try and straighten ourselves up a bit so it's not totally obvious I fucked you."

He laughed, rolling his eyes at me but standing up anyway. "I don't think anything in the world could straighten me out, Garrett. Not even being married to a woman."

"Shut up, idiot." I playfully threw a pillow at him, which he dodged. "You know what I mean."

"Carlisle!" Tanya was hugging him the minute he was out of the car, kissing his cheek.

"H-hey, Tanya." He managed to return the gesture, looking anywhere but at Kate.

"You were sick? What happened? You're still too pale."

"I'm fine, Tanya. Just tired." His attempt to get out from under the scrutiny of the others was amusing, to say the least.

"I bet you haven't been eating properly," she accused. "Come, let me feed you."

"Oh- no, that's okay," he stammered, unable to help glancing at my wife who had her arms around me.

"No, I insist. You have no say in the matter." She grabbed him and pulled him inside, not taking no for an answer.

He threw a desperate look at me but I just smiled back; even if he was uncomfortable, spending that little bit of extra time with him was everything. I just hoped he felt the same.

Although she continued to talk to him, Carlisle couldn't make eye contact with Kate. And neither could I. All I could think about was kissing him yet she was sitting right next to me, cuddled into my side as he had been only a few hours earlier. Tanya had moved our party into the longue and we occupied the couches in the room, set on watching movies now. It strained to hold my attention.

Sitting next to Eleazar, Carlisle was trying very hard to actually stay awake, badly wanting to get the sleep he didn't get last night.

"You weren't lying, huh? You really are tired, aren't you?" Eleazar teased, pulling him against his side in a half form of a hug – a completely platonic hug, I reminded myself as jealousy flared within me.

He nodded slowly, unable to resist leaning against him.

"What's been keeping you up?" he teased, still not pushing him away.

"Garrett," he answered without thinking, his cheeks on fire the minute my name was out of his mouth. "I m-mean…"

Luckily, Eleazar just laughed. "Yeah, well, I supposed you two haven't seen each other in a while," he agreed.

"Y-yeah…"

Turning his attention back to the TV, he continued to let him stay close to him, the warmth of his body providing no assistance in keeping Carlisle awake. It was an obvious struggle for him.

"Garrett," Kate whispered to me, her voice that used to be so sweet slightly repulsive in my ear.

"Hmm?" I couldn't take my eyes off my boyfriend, both out of worry and because of how cute he looked like that. Innocent even.

She motioned toward Carlisle. "Does he want to stay tonight? I don't think he should be driving home like this."

I jumped at the chance but forced myself to reply calmly. "I don't think so either."

"Alright, you." She stood suddenly, hovering in front of him.

Panic flashed across his face and he looked through her at me, relaxing a little when I smiled in reassurance. "M-me..?"

"Yes, you. You're going to bed before you pass out."

Relief washed over him and he slowly got up, unsteady as he did so.

I jumped as she shoved him into me, and Carlisle froze as he fell into my lap. We both breathed a sigh of relief when my wife chuckled.

"He's yours, isn't he? Take him to bed," she teased.

If only she knew that I'd done just that the night before. Not that I was declining the opportunity to do it again. Carlisle squeaked as I picked him up.

"Garrett- what are you doing?" he asked, panicked and trying to get away from me.

"I'm taking you to bed, you heard the lady," I laughed, setting him back on the floor.

"Asshole," he hissed under his breath, so the others couldn't hear. "You suck."

"I don't believe that statement is very accurate, Mr Cullen," I teased, quickly capturing his lips once we were out of sight of the others.

He rolled his eyes at me but his face flushed. "Don't."

"Don't what?" I had him trapped against the wall now, holding his hands hostage against the plaster.

He made absolutely no attempt to stop me. "This. Whatever you're doing. We're going to get caught." He nervously glanced at the doorway we'd just come through. "What if Kate comes and-"

I cut him off with a kiss. "You worry too much. Calm down." Letting him go, I threaded my fingers through his and led him down the hallway, aware that he was exhausted and couldn't handle much more. "Bed time for you."