Chapter 8

Ezekiel's POV

I told Jenny everything about my world. From the Volturi—this explained my need for secrecy—to the strange eating habits of my immediate and extended family. I also told her of the special abilities of me and my family; I also told her about the Volturi's abilities. "So you can let someone read your mind just by touching their face," she asked; she seemed curious.

"Yeah I can. Are you curious?" I smirked at her interest.

"Yes actually, I am curious."

I touched my hand to her cheek. I was about to pull it away a couple minutes later, but she kept a vice grip on my hand; I could've gotten out of it at any time, but I sort of liked it. "Why are you holding my hand to your face," I asked a smile touching my face and an edge of superiority to my voice. "My thoughts can't be that interesting."

"Says you," she said; she was engrossed in my thoughts.

I started to get kind of uncomfortable with her seeing my thoughts. I thought of a way to get her to stop watching; I decided to show her my dreams that included her.

Her smile widened more and more as she saw my dreams that featured us completely in love. I decided to finally show her the nightmare I shuddered to think of. She turned white as a sheet and the vice grip she had on my hand weakened enough for me to take my hand down from her face. She gulped. "My blood tempts you that much?" She had broken out in a cold sweat.

"I'm sorry that I had to show you that," I started sincerely—my face apologetic. "But I was kind of getting tired of you seeing my thoughts."

"I understand." She seemed to calm down a bit. "I did like the other dreams you showed me though. Do you mind if we repeat the scenes?"

"Do you mean in your head or—?"

She cut me off by pulling me right over to her. Our lips pressed together deeply and passionately. We pulled each other closer and closer until our bodies were pressed together as tightly as our lips were.

"Wow," I said; I could not find any other adjective to describe that feeling.

We pulled each other close in exactly the same formation as before. "ENOUGH," I screamed loudly as I jumped back to the opposite wall of my room.

"What is it Zeke," she asked; she seemed concerned.

"I'm sorry, but you were just tempting me too much. My self control was beginning to get a little destroyed!"

"What was tempting you more; my blood or my body?"

"I can't tell; I think it was about even."

A foghorn sounded from the main house. I gasped and my pupils narrowed drastically.

"What's wrong Zeke," she asked; an edge of fearful curiosity hit her voice.

"That noise means it's time for the post-meltdown ritual."

"And what might that be."

"Alice calls it her, 'Super Spectacular Dress-up Tag'."

"Okay, now I'm scared!"

"So you should be my love; so you should be."

To be continued…

A/N: disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters in it. If I did, Jasper would be nothing but ashes and Alice would be mine! MINE I TELL YOU!!!