Carlisle Cullen Love story

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 Were his lips soft and warm? my mouth goes dry at the though of his hands running down my sides and resting on my hips. 

His mouth watering smell engulfing me as he pulls me into his chest. My heart beats faster just thinking about him. 

How long would it take to break that calm demeanor and frenzy of clashing passion take over. Would he be rough leaving small bruises and bites claiming me as his? Would be gentle and caring and taking care of every inch of me?

I feel like im going insane . I only met him yesterday and thoughts of him are already swirling in my head. 

He returns to the room with a glass of water and the pain killers. I quickly swallow them and lay back down. 

"how are you feeling?"

"fine but how long have i been asleep?

"four hours. if your hungry i can get some pizza from down stairs."

"yes please"

" ill be right back and feel free to call me Carlisle"

I breathed deeply and sighing from his pine and musky smell. It made me melt yet hunger for more. Where is all this coming from?

He quickly came back with two sliced of pepperoni and cheese and an orange soda.

"hope this is alright"

"thank you Carlisle " i say testing out his name. It simply rolled off my tongue. I bite my lip and look down at the pizza. 

"i can go if you want"

"No!" i say a little to quickly.

"please stay. its nice to have the company" i rephrase.

"Sure" He says and sits on the end of my bed. My feet lightly brush on his leg. 

I was losing interest in my pizza but i began to eat anyway. he picked up his book from before.

"do you mind reading it out loud?"

He began reading with a voice like smooth honey.