Disclaimer: Stephenie owns Edward and Carlisle. I own a notebook and a pen.

A/N: I tweeted about the fact that I didn't 'get' drabbles the other day. I decided I'd better write one. Don't knock it till you've tried it, right?

Thanks to k. BlackNightingale for the mad beta skills :D Reviews are like a drug to me ;)

I was angry at first, that he saved me. I should have died. But he's a good man; he doesn't have a thought that isn't pure.

Even when he kisses me, his mind is immaculate, his lips chaste and undemanding.

I want more. I want his hands on my body, his lips too. My thoughts are not pure, but he doesn't know my thoughts.

"What are you thinking, Edward?"

I smile; it's the same one I always give him when he pulls away from our innocent kiss. "Only that I wish you could hear my thoughts as I hear yours."