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Destiny Awaits	By : Lollydolly Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Jasper Views: 19535 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Ten
Bella stirred in my arms and I tightened my grip. She had dreamt of me last night. Her fear as she’d cried my name had run through me like a blade.
I tried to enjoy my last few moments with her, knowing that when she woke and started thinking clearly, she’d realise what a monster I was and run.
I wouldn’t hold it against her, just like I wouldn’t fight Edward when he inevitably came home and killed me. If it had been the other way around I would have killed him.
Throughout the night I had sorted through my feelings. I didn’t resent Alice for leaving me now. What I’d done last night just proved what a risk I was. It wasn’t fair to expect her to put up with that. Really, it was a wonder we’d lasted as long as we had. I understood her need to find someone better.
That didn’t change the fact that I still loved her, and would give almost anything to have her back. The only thing I couldn’t bear to give up was Bella.
She had quickly become everything to me. All week the house had felt empty without her in it, and school had been a welcome respite from the loneliness I felt at home.
I was well aware that becoming so dependent on her was unnatural, and a bad idea for both of us. I couldn’t bring myself to put a stop to it though. I had come to care more for Bella than I did for myself.
I couldn’t believe what I had done last night. I had ruined the only good thing I had left in my life, and I had hurt the most important person in it.
All night I had seen the wild, terrified look in her eyes as I’d ripped at her clothes, and heard the thudding of her racing heart. Playing it over and over in my head became a sort of punishment.
From my position behind her I could see the faintly reddened skin along her jaw. I’d done that to her, and I knew that if I’d pressed just a little harder, I’d have drawn blood and she’d be dead.
I pushed away thoughts of her lifeless body. None of what I’d done would matter soon. Edward would kill me, and Bella would be safe and free of nightmares. Emmett would probably help him do it, he loved Bella almost as much as I did, I felt it from him all the time. She was his sister in every way that mattered.
Or maybe I could just leave, if I went far enough away, they would leave me alone. That idea seemed somehow worse. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away.
The only real chance I had was if she had meant what she said last night, but I doubted that. There was very little chance at all that she would want to be around me. I wondered if this was wrong, curling up with her, even though I knew she wouldn’t let me do it if she was awake.
Bella wriggled again, and I felt her starting to get anxious. Her anxiety quickly turned to real fear, and I found myself torn between waking her up, or leaving her to sleep through it. I knew it was selfish, but I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, so I focused on trying to calm her down instead.
“Jasper” She whimpered, turning in my arms.
I hated myself and let go of any remaining hope I had of her forgiving me. Her words last night, spoken while she was exhausted and still in shock, meant nothing. Just as I had thought. I didn’t blame her in the least.
I smoothed her hair away from her face with the lightest of touches. Her feelings changed abruptly, mixed in with the fear was now a strong surge of love and protectiveness.
It confused me, and I wished I could see into her head.
“Jasper...oh please no...Edward.” Her little choking cries were hard to hear, but at least I could understand what she was dreaming about a little better now. Edward was saving her from me. Of course he was, it made perfect, painful, sense.
Her heart kicked up a notch and her feelings grew stronger. It wasn’t fair to let her have nightmares just so I could get an extra few minutes of her company.
Slowly, I let go of her and moved to the furthest edge of the bed. I didn’t want to frighten her any more than she already was.
“Bella wake up. It’s only a dream.” I reached out and shook her shoulder lightly.
She groaned and opened her eyes. They locked straight on to mine and widened comically. I prepared myself for her scream, but it never came.
She scrambled across the bed and back into my arms pressing her face against my neck. I was so surprised that it took me a few seconds to respond at all.
Tentatively I wrapped one arm around her and rubbed her back. “I had the most awful dream.” She shuddered inching back a tiny bit.
I tensed, the only explanation I could think of, was that she thought the whole night had been a dream. Why else would she still be here?
“Edward was trying to kill you.” I don’t think anything she’d said at the point could have been more unexpected.
“What?” I asked stupidly.
She sat up, untwisting her t-shirt and yawning. “Edward was trying to kill you, it was horrible, you weren’t even fighting back or anything.”
“Bella, do you remember what happened last night?” I asked carefully, getting out of bed and moving to a chair on the other side of the room.
“Yes.” She smiled. Why was she smiling?
“You remember that I tried to kill you?”
“Yes...” She said slowly. “And I also know my name, and where I am and the year. I’m not in shock, I don’t have a concussion and I’d really appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like I’ve grown a third eye.”
“Well there must be something wrong with you. Normal people don’t get all snugly with attempted murderers.” I couldn’t seem to shut up. Why couldn’t I just make the most of her willingness to be around me?
“I don’t think you tried to murder me, that's not really what happened. You were pretty much starving, and after the phone call you lost it for a while. So when I, the tasty human, walked by, you did what came naturally.” She shrugged. “I think what you should be focusing on is the fact that you stopped. That's the most important thing.”
I tried to keep a lid on the joy bubbling up inside me. I wasn’t completely sure that she was sane, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I remembered something from the night before. “You said you’d be angry.”
“What?” She gaped at me. “Oh, right...erm... oh yeah, you ripped my shirt! I liked that shirt!”
She put her hands on her hips but it didn’t make her look in the least bit angry. “You must have hit your head. This just isn’t normal. Get dressed and I’ll run you over to the hospital.”
She flung back the covers and marched over to me faster than I’d ever seen her move before. She took my face in her hands and leaned down to me. “You listen here Jasper Hale. I am not going to run away. It’s not because I’m ill, or crazy, or because I don’t understand what happened. It’s because I love you, and because what happened wasn’t your fault. Please don’t try to tell me how I should feel, I get enough of that as it is.”
She let go of me and rested her hands on my shoulders. “Are we clear?” I nodded mutely. “Good.”
I stared at the girl in front of me letting her feelings confirm her words. I couldn’t believe that she’d put me in my place so easily. She was hardly formidable, with her messy hair, an old t-shirt of mine and some boxers I assumed she’d found in Edwards room. I couldn’t help but notice how enticingly vulnerable her small bare feet were.
Edward was going to have to learn to share if he didn’t kill me. There was no way I could give up something as special as Bella.
“Will you at least let me apologise properly?” I felt like I had to do something. What had happened was a big thing, and shouldn’t just be swept under the carpet.
“No.”
“Bella you’re being ridiculous. You can’t pretend that what I did didn’t frighten you. You can’t pretend that it wasn’t wrong.”
“Fine. You can say sorry for licking me. That was just weird.” She grinned down at me, but I suppose she must have seen that I wasn’t going to let this go until she’d given me some sort of normal response.
She sighed and perched on the side of the bed. “I’m not trying to pretend anything. Yes, I was scared. I was terrified, is that what you want to hear? I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t blame you for one second, because it wasn’t really you.”
“I remember thinking that it wasn’t you above me. It was as if Jasper the man had been locked away somewhere. I called your name and you came back, you fought your way back just in time. So all I really feel is proud of you. You did attack me, but in a way you saved me too.”
I turned her words over in my mind. She was right, it had been like that for me. The loss I’d felt was too strong, so I’d just given up and let the monster in me take over. How could she see that? How could she know what had been happening inside me?
“Now, if you still feel like making it up to me, you could get me some breakfast.” She had a cheeky little smile on her face.
It was as if she had some weird ability to see everything as it really was, accept it, and move on. Vampires were supposed to have superior minds, and I was still struggling to process everything. It really wasn’t fair.
“What would you like to eat?” I was already planning to basically become her slave for as long as she wanted, so I thought I should start practising now.
She shrugged and flopped back down on the bed “Surprise me, but I wouldn’t mind some aspirin.”
I looked up at her sharply, wondering what hurt, and if it was my fault.
“Headache.” She said waving me away and burrowing back into the blankets.
I made a stop in my room on my way downstairs. Esme had already cleared most of the debris into the garden, and I’d heard her call some glaziers a few hours ago. Knowing Esme the house would be perfect again by tonight.
The total happiness on her face as I walked in showed me that she’d heard my conversation with Bella.
I hadn’t really thought until then that if Bella hadn’t coped with what had happened I would have ruined things for the whole family.
Esme had been just as afraid as I was. She didn’t want to let her newest daughter go either. I dreaded to think how angry Carlisle would be when he found out.
“I’m so sorry Esme.” The words were heartfelt, and I hoped she knew how much I meant them.
“Don’t you ever dare do that to me again.” Her smile was still in place but her words were firm. I felt like I was about six years old. “You are going to hunt at least twice a week from now on whether you like it or not.”
I gave her my best contrite smile and nodded. She pulled me into a hug, and surrounded me with all the love she felt. It often amazed my how deeply her feelings ran. As far as she was concerned, we were her children, and she loved us all unconditionally.
She came down to the kitchen with me and watched my hunt through the cupboards for something nice to feed Bella. I saw her getting out a tray I’d never seen before, and setting a glass of orange juice on it, along with the bottle of aspirin.
“Did I hurt her again?” I forced myself to ask, Bella’s answer hadn’t been all that convincing.
“I don’t think so, at least not too badly. She just got a bit squashed.” Esme was being evasive, but I knew she wouldn’t tell me any more than that for fear of upsetting me. I’d get it out of Bella later.
It didn’t take me long to realise that we had very little food in the house, and none of it was really suitable for breakfast. The only thing I could find that I was sure she liked was strawberry ice-cream. She had asked for a surprise, so I decided that it would do. She could have something better when she came down.
I ran into the garden and scooped up a few flowers to put on the tray, and when I got back in Esme was already waiting with a little glass vase. She gave me an odd look as I straightened the tray, but I ignored it to think about later.
I took the stairs much more slowly than I wanted to, as speed wasn’t particularly conducive to keeping the juice in the glass.
In the bedroom Bella was still in bed propped up against a mound of pillows. I noticed she’d scraped her hair back, and I could smell the faint tang of soap in the air.
Her eyes lit up as she saw the tray, and I was pleased I’d made an effort. “What have I got?” She asked, stretching up to see into the bowl.
I placed the tray carefully on her lap, but didn’t let go of it as I sat down. If she tried to balance it and eat at the same time she’d end up with food everywhere.
“You got me ice-cream?” She was clearly fighting down a smile. “For breakfast? You really do know the way to a girls heart.”
She did actually look surprisingly happy with my attempts at breakfast. I watched her swallow a few pills and tuck into her frozen treat. It smelled quite nice, but I knew it would taste revolting. Emmett had told me so himself a few days ago. He really needed to stop trying human food.
“So?” I said lightly, “How’s your head?”
She took her time with the ice-cream on her spoon, slowly licking it off until the spoon was clean. “Not too bad.” She shrugged once it was gone.
“Huh?” What had I asked her? I’d been too busy watching her little pink tongue flicking in and out of her mouth. I looked back up to her eyes, immensely thankful that I couldn’t blush.
She had that mischievous smile on her face and I knew she’d caught me staring, and that she’d deliberately distracted me. I raised an eyebrow and watched her blush. This was a whole new side to Bella.
I easily stole the bowl of ice-cream and the spoon from her. “That’s not fair. In fact it’s cheating, there are rules about using your womanly wiles you know.” I shook the spoon at her in mock reproach.
“Womanly wiles?” She laughed. “You are so old!”
“That's beside the point. You distracted me on purpose, and I’m not going to let you finish your breakfast until I get an honest answer.” She folded her arms across her chest and stared at my disdainfully. “Have you really got a headache? Or is it something else?”
“I have got a bit of a headache, and my back’s a bit sore, but other than that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. Now give me back my breakfast before I make you wear it.”
I rolled my eyes and handed her the bowl. She quickly finished what was left and climbed out of bed. “That was the best breakfast in bed I’ve ever had, thank you. I’m going to get dressed, I’ll see you downstairs.”
I stared after her, and wondered if it wasn’t just a little bit pathetic that I missed her already.
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Bella had just finished a call to Charlie. Apparently, Esme’s aunt had died suddenly last night. Esme seemed to find the lie particularly funny for some reason.
“They’ll be coming to replace the window soon.” She told us, still smiling. “So I thought you two could go into town and choose some paint.”
I should have known we’d be asked to join the decorating committee. This wasn’t really my area of expertise, but Bella looked positively thrilled, and her enthusiasm soaked into me.
Esme loaned her a jacket and we left quickly. “Shall I drive?” Bella asked as we walked towards the garages.
“Well we won’t get much paint on the back of the bike.” I grinned.
“Bike?” She’d stopped and spun round to face me.
“I’ll show you sometime.” I promised, steering her towards her truck.
“I can’t believe I never knew you had a bike! How come I’ve never seen you ride it?” She turned the heating on full as soon as we were inside, but opened the windows, I didn’t think I would ever really understand her.
“It’s more for pleasure than actually going anywhere. I do use it occasionally though.” I wondered why she was interested, high speeds weren’t really her thing.
“So. What colour do you want to get? And where are we going to get it?” She kept her eyes entirely on the road, never so much as glancing in my direction as we crawled sedately towards town.
I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. “I don’t know.”
“Which don’t you know?” She laughed.
“Both. I’ve never decorated before, that's more Esme’s thing.”
“I know where there’s a hardware store, you just think about the colour.” We were passing more cars now, and I knew we’d be getting out soon. I couldn’t wait, I could walk faster than Bella was driving.
“How about black?”
“You can’t paint your room black, that's too... well...too much like a vampire actually.”
“I don’t know if it’s slipped your mind, but I am a vampire. Have been for quite some time.” My sarcasm was evident, but she just chuckled.
“Yeah, but not like the ones you see on TV.” She started rambling. “You know I used to watch Buffy before I moved here. I had a huge crush on Spike, but you guys completely ruined that for me now. I tried to watch it a few weeks ago, but it just made me laugh. Anyway, you need something more cheerful than black.” I decided not to bother pointing out that the vampires she saw on TV were fictional.
“Red then? Red’s cheerful.” She snorted at that suggestion, and I thought that she probably classed that as a vampire colour too. “You choose, I don’t care. It’s not like I’ll be spending much time in there.”
“No, you have to choose. Haven’t you ever even chosen your own sheets or anything? Surely Esme asks your opinion at least.” She eased the truck into a space at the curb. The store we’d pulled up in front of looked distinctly run down to me. Not really a good advert for hardware.
“Alice always chose everything.” I muttered. Her head whipped up to face me, worried. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Let’s go and get some paint.”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She stuttered as I climbed out of the car.
“Really, it’s ok, I’m not going to flip out on you again.” I tried my best to sound light for her sake. I wasn’t lying, I could cope. It still hurt me very much to think about Alice, but it was getting easier.
Bella scowled at me. “I didn’t think you would. I just didn’t want to upset you for no reason.”
We had been in the store ten full minutes before she spoke again. I had been staring at the tins of paint and wondering what exactly I was supposed to be looking for. “Any ideas yet?” She sighed.
“Not really. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for.” I couldn’t really see what would make one particular colour stand out above any of the others. It was only for the walls after all.
“Fine, I will choose for you, and you’ll just have to like it.” She didn’t mess around, quickly loading my up with several tins, and then walking off towards the checkout with a handful of brushes and rollers.
I didn’t look at what colour she had chosen until we were back at the truck. She’d picked blue, several blues actually. I liked blue.
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When we pulled up at the house the workmen were packing up. Upstairs the door frame had been repaired and the door re-hung. The room was just an empty white box, it looked new. I realised that it didn’t remind me of anything at all, not Alice, not my loss of control, nothing. It was just a blank canvas.
Esme and Bella were discussing where exactly to paint, and which shades to use. As I wasn’t interested I went out into the yard to make sure that everything had been cleared up properly. The ground was muddy, but clear.
By the time I got back inside Bella was sitting in the kitchen eating a sandwich. I’d privately found it strange that my family liked to watch her eat, but it seemed quite fascinating now.
My view of her was suddenly obstructed by Esme shoving a load of old dust sheets into my hands. “Be a dear and cover the floor will you?” She asked, and I got the feeling she had deliberately distracted me.
Nevertheless I did as she asked and rushed back down, only to be disappointed as Bella had already finished. She was at the front door signing for a delivery while Esme carried in a set of steps.
I watched as Bella stepped out of the way to let two men carry in a huge bed frame, followed by a new mattress. As usual Esme had thought of everything.
As soon as everything was set up and Esme had briefed us on which areas to paint Bella wandered off. I did find this a bit odd as she’d been excited about the redecorating all morning. I was about to go and look for her when she came back in rolling up the sleeves of a shirt which I knew was mine.
“Do you just like steeling from me in particular, or are you some sort of kleptomaniac?”
“I’m not steeling, I’m just borrowing it. You can have it back.” She said, climbing the steps cautiously.
“But why are you borrowing it?” I made sure to start painting near her, knowing she was bound to fall at some point.
“So I don’t get paint on my top.” Well that didn’t actually make any sense. What was she thinking?
“Bella, the t-shirt you’re wearing under that is also mine, and I’m not bothered about you getting paint on it.”
“Well I’m bothered. I like it, and I’m keeping it. You wrecked my shirt, so I’m having this one.” She turned to stick her tongue out at me, and slipped. I caught her easily, and kept hold of her while her heart slowed down.
Her nose was only an inch in front of mine, and I had the strangest urge to press mine against it. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, when I opened them again Bella was looking into them, dazed, with a small smile playing across her lips.
I tried to get a read on her emotions, but they were too confused, and too close to my own, to understand.
The ringing of her phone snapped us both out it, and I hastily put her down, and turned to carry on with my painting.
I listened intently to her conversation with one part of my mind and tried to work out what had just happened with another. She’d looked... dazzled... Edward said she called it. The effect we had on humans. I didn’t think I’d ever dazzled anyone before.
I tensed as I heard Edwards voice coming from the phone.
*Hello beautiful*
Bella shook her head as if she was clearing it before she answered. “Hey Edward. Having fun?”
*I’d rather be there with you. What are you doing?*
“Decorating.” Bella glanced quickly between Esme and I, and frowned.
I heard Edward chuckle. *What are you decorating?*
She hesitated for half a second, and I felt the room grow tense. Esme was waiting for her answer as intently as I was. “Esme thought it would be a good idea to change Jaspers room a bit, so I came over to help.” She chewed her lip waiting for his response.
I couldn’t believe she was lying to him. This obviously meant that she didn’t intend to tell him about the night before at all.
*You don’t have to help Bella. There’s no need for you to be there without me. I hope Esme hasn’t put you out.*
Bella turned her back to us, I suppose it gave her at least some illusion of privacy. “Don’t be stupid Edward. I want to be here. I love spending time with them, and I want to help, it’s fun.” She sounded like she’d had to explain this to him before.
Did Edward think that she only bothered with the rest of us because of him? I knew that wasn’t true, I could feel how much she cared for us all, but I knew it would hurt Esme if she believed that. I took a quick look at her, she did look a bit worried.
*Are you sure Bella? I could come home early if you’d like me to.*
I smiled feeling Bella’s irritation. “Edward honestly, I’m having a good time. If I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t have come at all. Just enjoy your trip.”
*If you’re sure. How’s Jasper? Has he been behaving himself?* There was an edge to his voice that I didn’t like at all, and I was eager to see how Bella handled the question.
With blatant lies, apparently. “He’s been fine, haven’t really seen that much of him. He’s doing a lot better today though I think. It’s so nice of you to show your concern for your brother.”
*Don’t be like that my love. Of course I’m concerned about him, but you are my priority. He should know better than to drape himself all over you all the time. It isn’t fair.*
“No, I suppose you’re right.” I heard Esme give a tiny gasp as Bella’s words registered, and I felt my chest constrict painfully. “It is deeply inappropriate for one friend to hug another, or to try and find some comfort when they’re hurt. What could he have been thinking? I don’t know how I’ve let this go on for so long.”
I’m pretty sure something inside me melted with relief at that point. I had truly thought that she had changed her mind and decided that I wasn’t a good person to be around. Esme chuckled quietly.
*Bella, you don’t underst-*
“I understand perfectly Edward. You’re being an idiot. I love you very much, but I also love your family, and I will make my own decisions about when and where I spend time with them. If that includes gardening with Esme, or hell, getting matching tattoos with Carlisle then it will be up to me. Do you understand?” I’d never seen her like this before, she usually gave in to Edward pretty quickly, or at least let him think he’d won. I’d never seen her really standing up for herself. She was magnificent.
*Vampires can’t get tattoos.* Edward said petulantly. Bella’s anger faded almost entirely away and she giggled. I had to work hard not to start laughing myself.
“That’s not really the point.”
*I’m sorry. It’s just difficult not to worry about you when I’m so far away from you. I love you.* I rolled my eyes at the tone of his voice.
“I love you too. I’ll be completely fine, go and catch a mountain lion.”
I heard him laughing now, he was confident that the argument had been settled at least somewhat in his favour. *Stay safe. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.*
Bella hung up and sighed deeply before she turned around. “I’m guessing you heard every word?”
“Sorry.” Esme said. “It’s hard not to.”
“Are we all in agreement that what happened last night stays between us?”
“If possible, but it’s easy to let our thoughts slip around Edward.” Esme answered. I was too busy feeling overly pleased to respond.
Bella came over to my side. “If one of us slips and he finds out, you are not to just stand about letting him beat you up. You fight back, take his head off if you have to, we can always stick it back on once he’s calmed down.” She grinned up at me. I knew she was worried about the dream she’d had.
“Promise.” I whispered back.
“And just so you know, you really shouldn’t dazzle people like that.” So I had dazzled her, she looked amused, but I secretly felt quite proud.
Esme observed us carefully from the other side of the room.
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Bella had been gone half an hour when Esme came to find me. The room was finished and I really quite liked it. It was peaceful.
I was sorting my clothes into the repaired closet when I heard her knocking on the door. “Come in.” Maybe now I’d find out why she’d been acting so strangely around me.
“Could we talk for a while son?” Ah, the motherly smile and calling me son could only mean that she was worried about me. Which I didn’t understand, as today was the best I’d felt since long before Alice had left.
“What is it?” I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her to join me.
“I was just wondering, how you feel about Bella?” Well that was unexpected.
“I love her. If you’re worried about me hurting her, I swear I won’t. If I thought that there was any chance of that happening I’d leave.” I said firmly, knowing that it was true.
“That's not really what I meant. I already know all that. What I want to know is how you love her.”
I didn’t really understand where this was going. “She’s part of the family, and probably the best friend I’ve ever had.”
“Are you sure there isn’t more to it than that?” She was looking at me like she was trying to see inside me.
“What more could there be. I don’t think I could love her much more than I do. What is it you’re trying to say?”
“I think you might have transferred everything you felt for Alice over to Bella as a way of coping.” She said this very carefully, as if she was afraid the words might hurt me.
“Esme, I’m not in love with her.” I laughed.
She was clearly pleased with my reaction. “I just had to check. You’ve gotten so close so quickly, and I didn’t want either of you to be hurt.”
“There’s really no need to worry. Bella belongs to Edward, and I still love Alice.”
Esme smiled. “I’ll say good night then, I’m going out to hunt. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I thought carefully about everything Esme had said once I was alone. What I felt for Bella was very different from what I’d felt for Alice.
Bella accepted me for exactly who I was ‘scars and all’ she said. No one had ever done that before, no one had ever made me feel like I was good enough as I was. The strange thing about it was that it just made me want to be better.
Was it strange that she made me want to be a better man? Did it mean anything? I honestly wasn’t sure. I wanted to be near her all the time, but I didn’t know if that was just because I liked her company or something more.
Maybe Esme was right, maybe I had just projected all my feelings onto Bella. I decided that the only way I could really be sure was to go and see her, and work out how I felt from there.
I ran all the way.
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She was sitting up in bed reading when I tapped on the window. She jumped and nearly fell off the bed in her haste to see who it was. Her face lit up in a beautiful smile and she opened the window to let me in.
“Shouldn’t you be used to late now visitors now?” I teased, knowing Edward stayed with her almost every night.
“Edward doesn’t knock.” She shrugged getting back into bed.
I sat down at the foot of the bed and looked at her. She was beautiful, but I had known that for a long time, and it had never inspired any desire in me before. Did it now? I found I wanted to touch her face and feel the warmth of her skin. I didn’t know if that meant I had anything beyond familial feelings for her.
I did know one thing for certain though; whatever I felt for her wasn’t just a product of my feelings for Alice.
“Did you want something Jasper?” Bella prompted, making me wonder how long I had been staring at her.
“Um... no?” I wracked my brains for some sort of excuse for my being there. I could hardly tell her that I’d come to make sure I wasn’t in love with her.
Bella laughed quietly. “Just my company then? You just can’t resist my glowing personality can you?”
She’d inadvertently supplied the lie for me. “You got me. Esme went out hunting so I thought I’d pay my favourite human a visit.”
Bella stifled a yawn and put her book down next to her bed, she’d read whatever it was so many times that I couldn’t read the title from the battered spine.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was. I’ll leave you to get some sleep.”
“You could stay?” She offered.
I tried to work out whether she wanted me to stay or if she just felt like she should let offer to be polite. I studied her expression and saw nothing but fatigue.
“Please? I can’t sleep very well on my own anymore.” She told me shyly as she moved up to the wall and lifted the blankets.
“Well we can’t have that can we?” I said happily. I pulled my shoes off and climbed into the bed next to her. She was still wearing my t-shirt, and I felt a strange warmth in my stomach, knowing that something of mine was that close to her. That was just a little bit worrying, I didn’t think that it was a normal friend type of thought.
Bella curled into my side and wrapped an arm around me. “D’you want to know something weird?” She muttered, sleep already clouding her voice.
“What?”
“You don’t make me cold.” She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
There was certainly some danger, that if I wasn’t careful, I could very easily fall in love with the girl sleeping in my arms.
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