Chapter 1
She didn't want to breathe. The guilt was starting to be tangible; like a boulder sitting on her chest.
The air was thick with the stench of lovemaking. Or would you call sex with an almost complete stranger "banging"? She leaned over to pick up his once freshly pressed shirt, which was now crumpled into a ball on the floor. She pushed each of her arms into the sleeves as if she were reaching through a never-ending tunnel. The shirt was much too big for her, the tail of it hung past her butt cheeks. She fastened the third button from the top, so the shirt hung loosely over her breasts.
She padded over to her pack of cigarettes on the floor next to her discarded pants, slid one out and grabbed the lighter from the side of the pack. She attempted to crack the hotel room window; it was stiff from not being opened often. She gathered that this was most likely a non-smoking room; therefore the windows were not accustomed to having their panes stretched. Regardless, after another tug, a rush of cool air blew in; icing her red cheeks. She crouched down to be closer to the fresh air, lit her cigarette and took a deep drag and blew it through the screen. It filtered the smoke and drifted lazily into the night. She wanted to be that smoke, floating into freedom. Despite being toxic, the outside air welcomed it.
He came over and perched on the floor next to her like a gargoyle, only slightly less beautiful. He was completely naked, yet appeared comfortable sitting on his haunches, his body contorting into awkward folds and pinches. His name was Jasper McHale and he was about 6'3 she guessed, unruly blonde hair, green eyes and very tanned skin. He was wiry and had a few white scars crossing his chest. He was also completely hairless everywhere, even his legs and armpits. Bella had been shocked when she had first removed his clothes; she had to fight off the urge to laugh. Why would a man want to be hairless everywhere? It appeared that he had taken great care to see that every inch of his body was waxed. Considering she knew very little about him, he could be a part time Olympic swimmer at his local gym, she didn't know nor did she care. It was at least entertaining to look at.
He was stroking her back lightly like she was a frightened kitten. He had been stopping in town for only one night for some kind of sales conference. She couldn't remember what he sold, but it was definitely something high end. His fern eyes glittering in the dark and his skin gleaming with sweat. The silent was awkwardness creating a palpable force between them. He was most likely one of those guys; the kind of guy who preferred to "love em and leave em". She gave a mental shrug, considering she wasn't planning to stick around long enough to find out. She was still very occupied with the idea that she liked being one of those girls. The type of girl that was best for a one-night stand.