𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 || 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 [𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐑.]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎

Carlisle awoke only to find a cloth covering his vision, and it was then that he remembered the events of the previous night. A smile crept across his face as he scrambled out of bed in an attempt to find his clothes.

“Wouldn't it be easier to walk without the blindfold?” he heard Rêverie's voice asking him as she laughed at the sight of him lying on the floor.

He had no doubt she must be smiling mockingly at him.

“You said I couldn't take it off no matter what,” he replied, getting up from the floor.

“Right.”

He heard Rêverie's footsteps approaching him and hands grabbing the knot behind his head to untie it.

It was only when the blindfold fell to the ground that he could see the image in front of him. Rêverie was smiling with amusement as droplets fell from her wet hair, some on the ground and some extinguished on the shirt she was wearing.

“Good morning,” he smiled hopelessly as he noticed that it was his shirt that covered his mate's body and his marks that were visible on her neck.

“Stop smiling like that and go take a shower,” she commanded in a harsh but soft-sounding tone as she left a kiss on his lips, "I'll get some clothes for you.”

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“A photo lasts longer, Cullen,” she commented, pouring mass into the pan to make pancakes.

Rêverie could feel Carlisle's penetrating gaze, and she didn't have to turn around to see that it was full of concern and joy.

“If the mass burns, it'll be your fault,” she warned, feeling hands around her waist and cold lips on her skin.

“Are you going to treat me like that again after last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're calling me by my surname again.”

“Oh, come on. It's not a big deal.”

“You gave Jasper and Narumi a nickname.”

“Lisle, it's no big deal,” she repeated, putting aside the food to look at him. “What? I called you like that yesterday, didn't you notice or what? You look good with your hair like that by the way,” she added, looking at Carlisle's messy and slightly wet hair before going back to her work of making pancakes.

Carlisle stuck to Rêverie all the time as if he would die if he were separated from her. He kissed her lips, fed her and received food from her.

“No,” said Rêverie, stopping his hands, “and don't look at me like that. You have to go to work.”

“I can ask for a day off,” he suggested with a smile, trying to get another kiss.

“Don't even think about it.”