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Esme leaned against him, up on her tiptoes, one hand splayed against his ribs for balance while the other curled around the back of his neck. Lifting her face, she waited expectantly for him to dip down to meet her.
Carlisle smiled, resting his hands lightly on her hips. "Do you want something, my love?" he teased.
Esme huffed, frowning at him. "You know exactly what I want."
"A kiss, perhaps?"
"If you don't bend down, I will climb up there," Esme warned.
Carlisle, starting to tilt his head down, paused and cocked it curiously to the side. "Would you really?" Esme's determined look answered his question and he grinned. "Maybe next time," he said, and finally bent to press his lips to hers.