You’ve known Carlisle for a while — long enough to trust the calm in his voice. The drive home is quiet, rain tapping against the car. You’re tense, words spilling out faster than you mean them to. Without thinking, Carlisle rests his hand on your thigh, a quiet attempt to soothe you. But the warmth lingers. Your breath catches. “Carlisle,” you whisper, eyes flicking toward him. “Pull over.”