Chapter Six

Edward's POV

A few hours later...

I softly knocked on the door to Jasper's room.

No answer.

Maybe he was still asleep?

Biting a little on the inside of my cheek, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

The room was illuminated by the shreds of sunlight that managed to poke in through the folds of the thick, crimson drapes that covered the span of windows on the opposite wall, and it was only because of such that I was able to see Jasper lying in bed underneath the white and brown-trimmed comforter.

I breathed easier, released my cheek from my teeth, as I silently padded into the room, taking extreme care not to make any noise as I moved about.

I set down the drink I had brought for him on the oval table there, merely admiring seeing him so vulnerable yet so comfortable where he was in my home, like a sacred sight meant only for me in this moment and I let my eyes feast.

His curled, light-colored tresses were rambunctious as they were splayed this way and that amongst the silk white pillows, his upturned profile looking like God Himself had created such artistry to exist in this world, as the streams of light shimmered on his covered frame and angelic face.

I smiled at the wholesome sight, feeling totally taken by it, before I began walking back towards the door to take my leave.

"...hmm...?" Jasper murmured suddenly, inhaling deeply from his nose as his lithe body stirred until he turned his head and began slowly opening his eyes.

"It's Edward. I...brought you something to drink, if you want it," I spoke in a low, mindful voice before I continued my short venture to the door, only then turning to look upon his awakening form once again.

"Thank you...I could use something to drink," Jasper's newly awoken voice was delightfully raspy and gruff, the effect of which making me smirk stealthily at how effortlessly sexy it was, as I rested a hand along the end of the door which I kept somewhat ajar with myself standing mostly outside of the room.

"Are you feeling any better?" I asked from where I stood, watching as he gave his long arms a good stretch, the southern-born male sitting up in bed as he began maneuvering the warm blankets off of him.

"A lot better...thanks to you..." Jasper replied with a blinding smile directed to me, causing my breath to stutter inside my chest, my next question to elude me, my whole world to brighten significantly in an instant.

"...no problem," I muttered, diverting my green eyes from his positively gleaming cobalt ones as his smile naturally faded, and, instead, turned into an expression of puzzlement.

"Why are you all the way over there? You can come in, you know..." Jasper's words spoke of his confusion of my noticeable distance from him, and I hesitated in answering him.

I could not explain my real reasons as to why I could not allow myself to be near him.

I could not...scare him.

"It's best if I don't...Jasper..." I offered vaguely, hoping he would leave such a topic at that, but frowned slightly at the way my lovely angel looked disappointed with my answer.

"I don't understand..." Jasper continued innocently as he slid his delectable body off of the mattress, sparing only a moment to smooth out his white shirt with his hands, before he fixed me with his absolutely alluring gaze, "...what are you, a vampire or something...?"

His smile made me smirk, but it was hollow, as I quickly considered the notion that I might as well be.

My thoughts were disrupted as I noticed Jasper steadily walking towards me, his eyes holding me in place as he plead with me not to move, begged me with those stunning irises to let him do what he wanted.

"Jasper, please...you need to stay away from me..." I tried to say sternly, but my voice quaked underneath his raw prowess, his endless sensuality, as I watched as his luscious lips parted, the exposed tanned skin of his neck and arms all but glistening in my eyes.

"Why? You act like you're going to explode or something if I get too..." Jasper attempted to joke again, but my haste in actions stopped him short.

It only took one, larger than normal step and I was a hairsbreadth away from him, my mind stone cold silent as I reached both of my hands up and grasped Jasper's shoulders, walking him backwards a few paces from my sheer intensity alone.

"I told you to stay away..." I growled, my eyes narrowing as Jasper's widened in progressive understanding, as I freed one of my hands from his shoulders and brought it to the side of his face, firmly cradling his jaw and turning his chin at a different angle whilst I glared at him with so much breaking need, so much fucking want, "...don't you understand...don't you understand what I'll do to you if you don't."

Jasper's breath audibly hitched at my words, the blue of his eyes piercing right through me as I continued to roughly inspect and appreciate his soul-crushing beauty, the power of holding it in my hands nearly being my end, before I forced my eyes to close and took a deep, clarifying breath, reigning in my feuding desires at last.

"Dinner is at seven. I'll send Maria to come get you when it's time, " I voiced calmly, my eyes still closed as I eased my hands away from his body and face, feeling the saner pieces of myself reforming again, allowing me to think more clearly as well as regret what I had just done.

Jasper said nothing as I turned around and exited his room, but I could feel his eyes burning against my back whilst I retreated.

I could almost hear his unasked questions as I closed the door.

I could almost taste his fear of me.

I hated it.

I fucking hated what I was.