Kapitel 25: Change

My husband had changed as of late, at least that was what I would like to think. 

I didn't realize it at first, but he did his best to click his tongue whenever he got upset at something I did. Instead of lashing out, he tapped his fingers against the table and exhaled: "You don't need to do that." 

Was he trying to tell me that I didn't need to be afraid? It felt as though he was trying to lull me into a false sense of security. I smiled at him, "I do it because I want to do it." I curled up closer next to him. 

By now, sleeping in the same bed didn't even phase me. My wounded pride, being nursed, was slightly hurt that he didn't even flinch when we were together, even when I pressed myself against him. Carlisle must have never thought that I was attractive.