Chapter-7


Four seconds.

For four long and excruciating seconds, I don't respond, my mind racing a thousand miles a nanosecond.

And then, I decide, to hell with it. That's the moment I allow my arms to wrap around him, holding him to me as I start kissing him back.

This kiss with Jasper is different.

It's different from any other kiss I've ever had.

It's … more.

Apparently, I'm not the only one feeling this because the moment our tongues touch, a muted groan tries to escape him. Just as he had started, he breaks off our kiss.

"What was that?" I manage to ask between pants for breath.

He focuses the full force of his hazel eyes on my blue ones and says in an equally breathless voice, "What I've always wanted to do."

My lips part at his answer. I can't help but poke my tongue out to lick my lips, tasting him there.

The action seems to snap him out of his thoughts. Before I know what's happening, he's got my back against the door, his mouth looming so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my face. "Carlisle," he calls my name in a voice that sends a shiver of thrill through my whole being. "Tell me to stop."

Without knowing what I'm doing, I shake my head, then utter the words I never thought I would. "Don't stop."

And he doesn't. He doesn't stop when we're both shirtless and kissing each other like it's the air we need to breath. He doesn't stop me when I decide that it's not enough and I need more … of his touch … of this feeling … of him. He doesn't stop until we're both sweaty and blissfully oblivious to anything but each other.

Neither do I.

The first rays of the sun wakes me up. Holding a hand over my eyes to shield them from the onslaught of light, I sit up. And that's when I see it … him.

Jasper Whitlock.

The man I despised from the first time I laid eyes on him.

The man I had grown to respect despite having no desire to do so.

The man I made love to last night.

No, I mentally correct myself, remembering how he pushed all my boundaries until they were gone. He's the man who fucked me last night.

Hatred.

Disgust.

Devastation.

And white hot fury.

Myriads of emotions assault me as I sit there, steaming in self loathing, repeatedly asking myself what I have done.

A soft sound of movement distracts me from my thoughts. I turn my head to see him sleeping next to me, a peaceful smile playing on his lips.

What if ...? A suspicious strikes me, making bile rise to my mouth. What if it meant nothing to him? What will I do if he says it was just a passing moment?

Overcome with doubt, I make up my mind. I'll not let him destroy the last of my self respect like that. I'll not allow him the chance to break my heart.

Slipping out of the bed, I quickly pull on my clothes and search my pockets for a piece of paper. All I find is an old gas receipt. This will have to do, I decide. Fishing out a pen, I write the words that threaten to break me, but I persist anyway.

Jasper,

I have to go. My half of the report will be waiting for you on your desk when you get to the HQ.

Carlisle.

Placing that note on my pillow, I slowly walked out of the room and away from the only man to ever make me feel truly alive.


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