Mocked

Carlisle was waiting for me and unlike before, he wasn't simply wearing an open white shirt that exposed his tattoos and scars. He was gloriously dressed in a cape and cravat, his expressions crumbled into annoyance as I walked toward him. He was still fiddling with his cravat as I tapped his arm. 

"Let me fix it!" I hummed as I stood on my tippy toes to adjust it. Quickly, I finished it as I patted his chest and adjusted his brooch. He did look good. Carlisle always looked amazing and his body was to die for. A knight's frame and stature, a beautiful face, all wrapped together in an outfit that would make ladies fawn. 

"There!" I chimed. 

"You were staring." 

I smiled, "It was because you're so handsome."