I had finally calmed down.
My body wasn't racked with sobs as I slowly controlled myself. There was a flush to my cheeks, red-rims around my eyes, and chagrin that slowly seeped in. Carlisle continued to study me as if I was something meant to be studied. I didn't realize how careful his gaze was, to the way his eyes lingered on my wet lashes to the lips that I had been biting.
"I'll do better to articulate what I'm feeling," Carlisle answered. He placed his head in my lap. It was as if he was trying to prove that he wasn't threatening. His giant frame had somehow been condensed into something so small. He waited for my touch and my fingers twitched. I gently pet his hair and he let out an exhale.
Was he also worried? Was he worried I wouldn't accept him?
The sliver of control had come back. I managed to tug on it, exhaling slightly, I was far more relaxed now—"I shouldn't have been so emotional. You're my husba—"
