Jasper.
His name had begun to roll off my tongue effortlessly over the months.
He noticed it. Our interactions relaxed. My emotions around him had changed from apprehension to interest, curiosity; eagerness. I flicked glances at him far too often. I found excuses to avoid Alice. I discouraged Edward from staying overnight, fearful of what I could say in my sleep. He felt the never-ending wave of guilt and lust coming from me in torrents.
He realised; and yet he never said a word. And he never gave me away with his thoughts.
And when his one time baby sitting me on his own while the others hunted ended in my lips moving against his, my hand twisted in his hair and clutching at his collar; he wordlessly swept me upstairs to the bed he shared with Alice, and loved me the way Edward was too scared to.
His eyes were black afterwards.
"Darlin'," he whispered.
And then I burned.