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CH 6 What are Your Intentions?
Edward stood there, waiting for an answer and feeling stupid.
"No, please stay. If you want." Rosalie cringes. She feels utterly stupid for sounding like she wanted him to stay. What is wrong with her?
Edward's about to sit but then stops and looks at Rosalie. "Do you want popcorn? I can make some, just tell me where you keep it."
Rosalie nods. "It's in the pantry closet, on the third shelf from the top. Bowls are in the cabinet next to the fridge."
Edward gets the popcorn and puts it in the microwave. He opens the cabinet and stares at the various sized bowls. Does he get two small bowls or one large one? If he gets two, then she'll probably think he doesn't want to share with her. If he gets a large one, she'll probably think he's trying something. He rolls his eyes. When did he turn into such a fucking pussy? He grabs the large bowl, puts it on the counter, and waits for the popcorn to finish.
His mind races to her thighs, how curvy they are, and he wonders what kind of panties she is wearing. He can just imagine her nice round ass covered in blue lace. He shakes his head as the microwave beeps, letting him know the popcorn is done. As he pours it in the bowl, he turns around to face Rosalie.
Rosalie has been watching him. He looks so at ease in the kitchen. Then she notices he's just staring at the bowls. He probably wants to use separate bowls but doesn't want to offend her. Then he surprisingly takes out the large one. His tall, lean figure catches her eye, and she wonders just how muscular he really is. Her eyes wonder to his ass. Is he wearing boxers or briefs? Does he seem like a briefs guy? He starts to turn around, and she quickly turns her head to look at her ankle, pretending she's checking on it.
Edwards sees her looking at her ankle. "Do you need more ice?"
"Nope, it looks pretty good now. But I better keep it elevated to make sure," she answers.
Edward walks over and hands her a cup of soda, and she places it on the corner table next to her. He puts his glass on the end table at the other end of the couch. He then looks down at her leg, and that is when they both realize this could be awkward.
Rosalie feels silly, and then she has an idea. "Why don't I rest my leg on a chair so we can put the popcorn between us? I'm sure you don't want my fat leg on your lap."
"Do women say that just so men can compliment them? It's rather annoying." He huffs out.
"I don't need a compliment from you. I am perfectly fine with my body. I saw how disgusted you were to have me lean against you as you helped me home. I wanted to make sure you didn't have to be any closer to me than you had to."
Edward rolls his eyes. "Are you fucking serious? Did I not help you upstairs too? You should know by now that if I didn't want to do something I wouldn't do it. Are you purposely trying to get me to leave?"
"No, I never had anyone just be nice to me before. They always have a secret agenda," Rosalie almost whispers, pissed that she's admitting this to him.
"Well, I do kind of have a secret agenda. If my mother ever found out that I left you alone, it would break her heart. I sort of disappointed her already. I don't want to hurt her even more." Edward sighs, wondering why the fuck he just told her that.
Rosalie laughs. "It's nice to see a grown man still afraid of his mommy."
"Okay, listen, we're adults, right? So why don't you just put your ankle on me, and we'll put the popcorn between us," Edward suggests and sits down before Rosalie can argue with him.
She carefully lays her legs on his lap and, strangely, it feels so comfortable. Her calf is resting very close to his package, and it takes all of her strength to not move her leg closer to feel just how big he is. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Edward rests his left hand over her ankles and fights the urge to push her calf into his dick. Even more than that, he fights his dick to stay in control. Getting hard now would only create more problems, but feeling her leg against him is so perfect. Wait, what the fuck is wrong with me?
"So, Jessica seems pretty smitten with you," Rosalie casually comments while watching the movie.
"What?" Edward needs a moment to process what she just said. He sighs. "She is just as disgusting as her clothing. I am surprised parents haven't complained about the way she dresses. Teachers aren't supposed to look like hookers."
Rosalie listens and wonders if he really means that or if he's just hiding a past indiscretion with her.
"I think Mike is after you, though. You seemed pretty cozy with him at the meeting," Edward says, hoping he is wrong.
Rosalie snorts. "Please, he is creepy. I was stuck next to him and had to be nice. Not only does something about him make me feel weird, but he also lied about getting me the coffee."
Edward looks at her, watching her place the popcorn in her mouth. "Well, that's good, because he's a user. He's been on more dates with women than I care to hear him brag about."
Rosalie hides a laugh. Is he jealous of Mike? How could he be? He could have any woman he wanted. It was delusional to think he even thought of her as more than a co-worker. Besides, he admitted that he was only here, helping her, to please his mother.
As the movie progresses, Rosalie feels herself becoming more tired, but she doesn't want to fall asleep on the couch, nor does she want to go to bed. She hates to admit it, but she likes the feeling of her legs on his lap.
The long day takes its toll on Edward, and he begins to yawn. Even though he fights it off, his head slowly rolls back and sleep takes over. Rosalie doesn't notice because she has fallen asleep as well. As Edward falls into a deeper sleep, his head tilts to the right, and he slowly slumps over toward Rosalie. He is now lying by her side, slightly on top of her, while her leg is still on his lap. Both feel quite comfortable in their sleep, almost as if they are in their own beds.
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Carlisle pulls up and parks in front of his house. He knows Jacob and Victoria are out with the neighbors, and Rosalie is probably in her bedroom, watching TV. He looks down at the cleaned Tupperware containers. He knew that he could just have one of the kids return them, but giving them back to Esme McCarty and thanking her for the food in person seemed like a better idea.
He takes the containers, and walks to her door. He knocks firmly and hopes she's home. He sees the curtain on the side of the door open and he smiles.
The door opens and standing there is a stunning sight: a woman of great beauty with soft features. Her long brown hair falls around her shoulders, her womanly curves not changed by her age. He feels like a teenager again and wants to smack himself for thinking about her like that. Here she was being a good neighbor, and all he could think about was her naked body. What a pig.
Esme hears a knock at the door and is caught off guard. Edward is out doing his own thing. The rest of her kids were out tonight on a group date. She looks through the side window and sees a man. She wonders who he is but then notices the Tupperware containers and puts two and two together.
"Good evening, I'm Carlisle Cullen, you must be Esme," Carlisle says, remembering his manners.
Upon opening the door, she is struck by how handsome this man is. He's tall and with firm masculine features that were almost chiseled out of stone, his thick blond hair framing his face. She did not expect Carlisle Cullen to look like a God. She hates that she feels that way. Guilt and shame fill her as she tries to focus on acting like a proper woman.
" Yes, I'm Esme. Glad to finally get to meet you, Carlisle. Please, come in," Esme quickly says, trying to cover up her embarrassment at her inappropriate thoughts. "Rosalie looks just like you."
"Yes, we finally get to meet. Thank you so much for the food. I am often so busy at work, so I don't get to eat homemade meals. This was quite a treat and delicious."
"Well, Carlisle, I am glad you enjoyed it."
Both stand there awkwardly, uncomfortable because of their thoughts. Both know their spouses are gone, but guilt eats at them as they stumble in the beauty of the person in front of them.
"Oh, what am I thinking? Esme, here," Carlisle says as he hands her the containers.
"You're welcome." She wants to invite him in, but that would be too forward of her. Besides, a man with his striking looks probably dates gorgeous women all the time. "Next time we have dinner, I will have to make sure it's on a night you can attend."
Carlisle smiles. He would give anything to have dinner with this woman. Though, she probably has men falling all over her. "I would very much like that, Esme. Thank you again and have a good night."
Carlisle nods his head and walks off, turning around once to see her slowly closing the door. He laughs to himself; he hasn't felt this way in a long time. When Tanya left, he knew she was going to kill herself eventually by overdosing. So when the cops came to his door to give him know, he wasn't surprised; he was prepared. He knew Rosalie would need him.
Carlisle could never look at another woman the same way again. How could he put all his love into a woman that could hurt him and possibly hurt his kids? Besides, no woman ever appealed to him...until tonight.
Esme watches him walk away, and even after she close the door she watches him through the side window. His tall frame and masculine walk sends a shiver down her spine. She misses the feel of a man next to her in bed, misses the feel of a man on top of her. Phil was the only man she had ever been with. After he died, she was too busy to even think about her own needs. Even now, how can she betray the memory of Phil by wanting to be with another man?
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Carlisle walks to his house and, as quietly as possible, opens the door. He's sure Rosalie's sleeping and doesn't want to wake her up. Instead, he's surprised with the image of his daughter when he sees her lying on the couch, asleep, with a strange man sleeping on top of her. He wants to yank the fucker up and throw him out. He restrains himself, knowing his daughter would not let just anyone in the house, let alone allow them to sleep on the couch with her.
He lets go of his fatherly concerns and clears his throat loudly to wake them up. Nothing happens, so he repeats it louder this time and both are awaken by the noise. Edward and Rosalie catch each other's eyes and realize they are laying down, him on top of her. It feels right to them somehow, but then Rosalie catches her father standing there with concern and anger written on his face.
She pushes Edward up. "Dad! You're home. What time is it?"
Carlisle looks at Edward then back at Rosalie.
Edward stands up and holds out his hand. "Sir, I'm Edward McCarty. I live with my mother in the other house. Rosalie was walking JJ and sprained her ankle. I was just helping her out for a bit."
Carlisle shakes his hand. Is this the Edward that has been causing his daughter grief? The man that makes her days at work a living hell? The man that makes her cry? Now he's helping her? What is his game here? He calms himself down, trying not to overreact. His daughter is a grown woman. Carlisle looks down at Rosalie's ankle. "Do you want me to check it out? It could be broken."
"No, I am fine. It's just a sprain. JJ's asleep. I am going to bed. Thank you, Edward. See you at work on Monday."
Edward nods. He can't help but think about the way Rosalie felt under him. However, he can't enjoy that too much. From the look on her father's face, he can tell Carlisle does not like him at all. Edward is sure Rosalie has told her father all about how poorly he's treated her. He feels like a douche, and it's not without reason.
"Well, goodnight, Rosalie," Edwards says and walks out, hoping she felt the same way he did? Could this be the woman he has been waiting for? Could she ever forgive him? Could he have a chance with her?
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Carlisle stays downstairs after Rosalie has gone up to go to sleep. He hates that the man who has been hurting her has been in their house. She's been hurt by men before who used her till they found someone else. He can't bear to watch that happen to her again. He doesn't want to confront her, but he does want to know what is going on. Jacob and Victoria would know, he decides.
His mind is flooded again with images of Esme. How could such a jerk be the son of a lovely woman?
After sitting on the couch for what seems like several hours, he hears the door open. In walks Jacob, kissing Victoria. Carlisle looks down, giving them their privacy.
"Dad, what are you still doing up?" Victoria asks. Carlisle has been like a father to her from the moment she met him. She could feel how much Jacob and Rosalie respected him. He was a good man.
Carlisle stands up and looks at both of them. "That Edward Cullen was here. He was sleeping on the couch with Rosalie. Is he using her?" Carlisle asks, concern written all over his face.
Jacob and Victoria both stand there in utter shock. Their jaws open, and both are unable to speak.
Finally, Jacob breaks the silence. "He was here? Sleeping on the couch with her?"
"No fucking way," Victoria says as a smile appears on her face.
"Victoria, this is not a good thing. She's been hurt too many times. I can't have her get hurt again. Not by someone she works with and is our neighbor," Carlisle almost whines out.
"Dad, no worries. This is perfect. Let me explain." Jacob pulls his dad over into the kitchen to fill him in on what is really going on. He explains what he learned about Edward from his brother and brother-in-law. He explains about their family history, and how he believes Edward might be good for Rosalie.
While Jacob talks to their father, Victoria goes upstairs to check on JJ. Her angel is asleep in his crib, and she watches him for a moment. Then she sneaks off to her bedroom and pulls out her phone. She opens it up and begins texting Alice and Bella, telling them what her father saw on the couch.
It only takes a few seconds before she has two texts back. Alice demanding details and Bella making Victoria and Alice promise they won't say anything. Perhaps they will work this out on their own?
Victoria can only hope. Rosalie needs a good man, a real man, to treat her like a queen. She hopes for all their sakes that Edward is the right man for Rosalie.
A/N:. WOW! Can you believe how their night ended? Edward is slowly realizing what Rosalie means to him. What is in store for Esme and Carlisle, hmm? Bet you didn't expect Carlisle to find them on the couch.
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