Literature
Esme's Isle: Pt 1
I groaned as I threw another glance to the clock--4:36 AM and twenty nine seconds. Carlisle was late coming home, and I was getting anxious.
I feel like an idiot, I sighed, looking down at the silk lingerie Id bought last week. There really wasnt much of a point to it now; I pulled it off and put my skirt and blouse back on. I crumpled the piece up into a ball and shoved it into the corner of the closet, frustrated. Carlisle and I never got to spend any quality time together anymore.
He always worked the night shift, just when I wanted him most--when Jaspers talent was spreading lust all over the house. And then he was alw