"Bella, I love you with all of my heart. I will always, I promise. I want more than anything in this world for us to spend the rest of our lives together. Will you marry me, Isabella Marie Swan?"
Tears filled my eyes as I looked into his dark blue ones. As a single tear slid down my face, I whispered, "Of course, Jasper." And he flung his arms around me, kissing my cheek and twirling me around in a circle. I held him close to me, my arms locked around his neck in a grip so tight that he probably should be choking right now, but if he was, he wasn't showing it.
We were in my room, in my brand new house, and we had been planning to move in together for quite some time now, but it just hadn't seemed right. Now I knew, because everything was perfect. I was engaged to the man I loved, and within just a few months, or however long it took to plan the wedding, I would be Mrs. Jasper Hale. I couldn't wait!
"I love you, Jasper." I said, kissing him deeply. I tangled my fingers in his hair, wanting to get even closer to him. He seemed to have the same idea, because he gripped me tighter to him, until I almost couldn't breathe anymore, but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel his lips on mine, his arms around my waist. In no time at all he had backed me up against the side of the bed, I bent my knees to sit down; the kiss was broken, but only momentarily. He stared down at me with hunger in his eyes, he had his shirt unbuttoned and on the floor in a matter of seconds, then he was pushing me down on the bed, kissing me again. I let my hands travel across his muscular chest, his stomach, and then the button of his jeans. He helped me get them off, and they were on the floor, just like his shirt, in a matter of seconds. He started lifting my shirt up, over my stomach, over my breasts, and over my head. This was almost as far as we had ever gone. We had never actually had sex, but we had come close; we never went further than both of us getting down to our underwear, but we never did anything. We had both agreed that we would wait until we got married; we had made the deal months ago, and it had meant a lot to us, and we were committed to keeping the deal. We both knew, even as he slipped my jeans off to reveal the lacy black underwear that matched my bra that it wouldn't go too far. He had asked me to wear the lacy bra and panties tonight, and, at the time, I hadn't known why. But I still didn't get it, I knew he loved to see me wear them, but I didn't have a clue why he had wanted them on me tonight.
I found out soon enough. He slipped his index finger under the top of them, preparing to pull them down. But I put my hand over his to stop him.
"Jasper, no. Remember the deal. We can't, not until we're married. We're engaged, but we can't, not yet. I'm sorry."
"I know, Bella. Sorry." He smiled down at me and removed his hand, putting it back on my cheek. "I love you, too Bella. Always."
I smiled, and leaned up to kiss him again.
That's how we spent the rest of the night, wanting to cross the line, but never stepping even a toe against it. We knew it would happen as soon as we started our honeymoon.
We were really hoping that it would be soon, though, if it would be soon enough was the question