Before this, this inane sense of righteousness, I was an ordinary person, normal, if you will. Plain and happy, simple and sweet. Then I met him. Vibrant in his darkness, joyous in his anger. We met in the storm, hail surrounding terror. It was glorious. " Jasper Whitlock, at your service, ma'am". I was lost to him, from the second the words left his mouth. " Isabella Swan. Lovely to make your aquaintence, sir." His arms drew around me, strong and cool, and I shivered, from the sensations he brought out in me. Scandalous, these feelings, for Mr. Whitlock had to be at least 30, while I, just a girl in the eyes of the world. I had just had my fifthteenth summer, and the body I had now was still new to me. Surely, he could not feel as I did. I watched him closely, daily, as closely as I could. My da would have my hide if he knew, and my momma would faint away. You see, Jasper wasn't just older than me, he was also my half- brother. My momma was married before my da, and was widowed. My da, being Peter Whitlock's best friend, looked after my ma, and eventually, fell in love, and married her. They sent Jasper away, though, and he came home just 6 months ago. I had been watching him ever since. He watched me as well.