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A recommendation~ For the begining of this chapter, please go to Youtube and search for Coldplay's song Sparks. It should be listened to while you read the begining of the this chapter. Trust me, it's worth it.

Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say.
You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know"
But I promise you this,
I'll always look out for you.
That's what I'll do.

And sing "oh"
I'll sing "oh"

My heart is yours.
It's you that I hold on to.
That's what I'll do.
But I know I was wrong,
And I won't let you down.
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah I will, yes I will…)

But I'll sing "oh"
I cry "oh"

Yeah I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
Singing out.

La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…

Coldplay, Sparks

Chapter 14

I've heard from so many people that standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower with the one you love is too much of a cliché, but now that I've experienced it, I could, without a doubt, say that those people had no clue what they were talking about. There were only two conclusions I could make about the naysayers. They were either, one, insane or, two, they refused to see the beauty of Paris from such a great height while wrapped in the arms of someone who loved them unconditionally. I knew that I was one of the lucky ones.

I moved from my perch overlooking the breathtaking view of Paris and turned to look at an even better sight.

Jasper was speaking with the man who had taken us up the tower and who was also waiting to serve us, well me, what I was sure to be an exquisite meal. When he was finished speaking, he turned to look at me, giving me the full intensity of his gaze.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked me, holding his hand out to me.

"I can't think of anything else I would rather do at this moment." I mumbled shyly at him before placing my hand in his much larger one.

Jasper pulled my body flush with his and wrapped his arm around my waist and twirled his fingers into the curls he could reach from my back. He swayed our bodies slightly as he rested his cheek against my hair.

"There's no music," I whispered in his ear even though I didn't care. I didn't need music as an excuse to be like this in his arms.

"Well, that's something I can remedy," he chuckled slightly as he started to hum softly in my ear.

I recognized the tune as it was one of my favorite Coldplay songs, Sparks. I picked up where he was at in the song and rested my head against his chest, humming along with him.

I don't think I had ever been more content and it almost seemed like it was a dream. The lights of the city glittered around us as we moved slowly against one another. There was a light wind blowing and I could smell our scents mingling together, creating an intoxicating aroma that was simply us.

"Are you happy, Bella?" Jasper asked, breaking the peaceful hum that surrounded us.

"Right now? Very," I said simply because it was true. I didn't know what tomorrow would hold, but for this moment I was most happy.

I felt his thumb slide under my chin and stroke the skin lightly as he tilted my lips up to his. The kiss wasn't urgent or rushed. It was slow, just a tasting of each other. His lips pressed kisses around my mouth, covering every inch before settling on them fully. Jasper didn't push to deepen the kiss. His lips just brushed over mine repeatedly, his tongue sliding along my bottom lip before tracing it over with his thumb.

We broke apart slowly before he moved us over to the small wrought iron table that had been set up. As I sat down, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the man who had brought us up had disappeared while we had been dancing and in his place was a cart loaded down with silver dishes.

Jasper must have noticed my wandering gaze because a gentle smile crossed his lips.

"It would be my pleasure to serve you tonight." His voice was smooth, like warm honey and velvet.

I smiled shyly at him and felt my face heat from the force of my blush. I still wasn't used to all the attention, but I had found over the past week with Jasper that attention wasn't always such a bad thing. If we couldn't say the things that were always on the tips of our tongues then actions would have to say it for us. Jasper's actions told me in every way imaginable that he loved me.

I sat back and tucked into the sumptuous meal in front of me. Everything was cooked to perfection. The greens of the salad were fresh and crisp. The soup was the perfect temperature so as to not burn my mouth. The steak was full of flavor and so tender you could almost cut it with a butter knife. The wine was a wonderful Bordeaux red wine that made all the flavors of the meal burst in my mouth.

After the millionth bite I sat my fork down on my plate and sat back with the glass of wine in my hand.

"That good?" Jasper asked with a smile.

"It was heavenly." I laughed and patted my stomach for exaggerated effect. "Honestly, we poor Americans haven't got anything to offer when it comes to food like this."

"I'll have to take your word on that," he said with a slight chuckle.

"If I didn't have a real life to live, I would probably stay here for the rest of my life, bloating myself up on rich food and getting sloshed every night from this excellent wine."

I covered my mouth quickly with my hand, realizing I had pretty much insulted everything we had done together this past week. I made it seem like this wasn't real, that it was just a game I had to play before I got back to the reality of my life.

I watched Jasper's eyes darken and flash with anger before he let out a resigned sigh and looked out over the city.

I covered my hand over his. "I'm sorry, Jasper. I wasn't..."

"You didn't say anything but the truth," he snapped, even though his tone was soft. "There's no point beating around the bush or hiding the truth from one another."

"No, you're right, but tonight is only us and... and I should watch what I say." I dropped my eyes back to the table and cursed myself and my stupid mouth. "Jasper..."

"No, Bella. You're right, tonight is us," he said, bringing my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss onto my skin. "Do you want to look over the city for a while longer?"

I nodded and followed him over to the railing once again. I leaned back against his chest as his arms were perched on either side of me on the rail, and sighed with contentment, again.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered softly in my ear.

I was surprised to hear him actually say the words, but when they registered in my mind I felt free.

"You don't have to say it back; I just wanted you to know how I felt so there were no questions later."

I wanted to say it, I wanted to tell him what my mind had been denying, but I found myself unable to speak for the tears that were caught in my throat. Telling him I loved him as much as he loved me would be wrong since I couldn't actually give him the love I felt. That love belonged to someone else, even though I didn't want to give it to them.

I craned my neck so I could look up at him. The tenderness in his eyes was so beautiful and it made me want to weep. He loved me, he really did.

I reached out for his hand and smiled up at him, letting my emotions speak for me the things I couldn't use my voice to say. He clasped his hand in mine as I led him to the elevator.

We left the Tower without any words flowing between us. There were too many things to say that didn't need to be said. There were too many emotions floating around between us that there was no need to try and separate them. He knew me and I knew him, words would only get in the way. But, I could do something, something that would just be him and I. Something I couldn't give to anyone else again and didn't want to, either.

As soon as we stepped into our room and the door had shut, I reached out for him and ran my hands down his cloth covered back tracing his body around to his chest.

"Bella," he started to protest.

"Shhh," I hushed him softly while I put my finger up to his lips.

My hands shook only for a minute while I slid the zipper slowly down my back, allowing the taffeta to fall down my body until it fell into a pool of endless black at my feet. I placed my hand delicately on Jasper's shoulder and he let out a harsh hiss as I stepped out of the dress.

It was like someone else had taken control of my movements. For the first time in my life I moved with grace. My body obviously knew the steps to the age old dance of a man and a woman ready to share their bodies with one another.

I walked around him slowly, the heels of my shoes making seductive clicks on the marble foyer of our room. I slipped my hand underneath his sweater and rubbed my hands across the sculpted muscles of his stomach before slipping the expensive cashmere up over his head and throwing it to the floor with my dress.

His body tensed as I pressed my lips to every inch of skin that was now available to me. I kissed every raise in his skin, every scar that marred his chest, every thick rope of muscle I could access. With each sweep of my tongue across his skin a jolt of lust washed over my body, pressing down into my center.

As I worked my way down to the rouched nipples on his chest, he pulled me back up and licked his tongue along my mouth before parting my lips and devouring me with a kiss.

My nails raked across the tough skin of his back as he reached his arms around my back, unclasping the black strapless bra Alice had sent, dropping it to the floor. His hands then gripped me roughly and pulled me firmly to his chest. I groaned at the shock of my warm naked breasts hitting the cold, ripped muscles of his chest.

His hands traced circular patterns over my bare back as his lips descended on my neck, his teeth nipping over my pulse points causing me to shiver with anticipation and desire.

"Tell me you want this," he growled heavily as he looked at me.

"I want this. I want you," I said forcefully, not giving him any choice but to accept my commitment to what we were doing.

He kissed me softly before moving his lips down my throat to my collarbone, bending me slightly with his arm around my back.

Jasper's tongue slid along the delicate bones of my collar as he murmured passionate loving words over my heated skin.

"Jasper." His name was a breathy whisper on my lips as his mouth moved over my right breast, his tongue pressed flat against my nipple, sending a current of lust straight to my core.

He pushed us back until my legs hit the bed and he laid me down carefully, his mouth moving to my other breast, offering it the same treatment as he had the first.

"You're so beautiful," he said, letting my nipple pop from between his lips.

I groaned at the brief absence of his mouth on my sensitive skin, but was quickly lost to reality as he slid his hands down my stomach, pulling the matching panties slowly down my legs.

His lips started at the arch of my foot, gently nipping and sucking as he moved his way back up to my knees. He paid special attention to the bend in my leg, his hands running languidly up and down my legs causing a slow burn to spread across my skin.

When he got to my thighs I was already a quivering mess. I slid my hands into his golden hair, hoping to anchor myself to him, knowing instinctively that I wasn't far away from floating off into a euphoric state of bliss.

"I've dreamed of touching you like this," he said as his devilish tongue painted intricate patterns across my thighs. "I've heard your moans while I lay in bed every night since you've been gone. I've had the taste of your skin in my mouth every morning as I watched the sun rise. I've felt the pull of your hands in my hair as I imagined stroking every inch of you."

I moaned loudly at the picture he painted for me. As his lips came to my soaking center, I impulsively tried to force my legs together.

"Darlin', open up for me. Let me see and taste the secrets of your innocence. Let my eyes be the first to see this."

His slight southern accent bled through his words, intoxicating me, making me relax completely as his strong hands pushed apart my legs, baring my sex to his hungry gaze.

"Oh, god, Bella," he whispered.

Through heavily lidded eyes I peeked out at him just as his mouth pressed a kiss to where I was aching the most. Instinctively my hips rose to meet him again as his face pressed further into my most intimate place. I heard him inhale deeply before a growl erupted from his throat.

His tongue slid leisurely along my slit, causing me to give into his torturous ministrations.

"Jasper, please?" I begged him, not sure of what I wanted.

"I know, baby. I know," he rasped as his fingers slid apart the folds of my sex. "I'm going to taste you now."

I nodded incoherently as his lips pressed directly on the tiny bundle of nerves. I cried out, begging him with every plea I could think of.

My body burned and thrashed wildly as he massaged the flat of his tongue on my clit before sucking it greedily into his mouth.

"Oh, my God!" I screamed as my first climax of the night washed over me.

I saw lights flash behind my eyes as my body shuddered with abandon.

"My name is Jasper, although God will do," he murmured with a sinister grin before placing his mouth back over me, cleaning up the fluids that had leaked from my body while I rode out my orgasm. Only seconds later he started over again, back at the beginning, working me up into an overwhelming need once again.

"I can't handle any more. I can't..." I whimpered as my body started to coil again.

He moved his mouth from my center before I could finish crying out, his lips pressing into mine. He groaned loudly as I sucked his tongue into my mouth, tasting myself in his kiss.

"I love you," he said softly while deftly removing the rest of his clothing until he lay on top of me naked, his skin heated by the inferno of my body.

"Please," I asked him as tears welled in my eyes.

"I love you," Jasper said again as he prepared to slide into me.

I cried out as he pushed against me, breaking through the barrier of my innocence before he paused and looked down at me.

"I love you so much, Isabella," he cried, his words soothing and comforting as he pressed his lips to mine in a consuming kiss.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, that this was the most complete I had ever felt, but I couldn't. With that knowledge, tears streaked down my cheeks, sliding down my face to pool at the hollow of my neck.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby," he whispered against my skin, still not moving inside me.

His fingers brushed at my tears as he repeated over and over again how much he loved me, how much he wanted to take my pain away.

"They aren't tears of pain," I mumbled as the slight pain of his intrusion lessened. It wasn't a complete lie because I felt pain, but only in my heart, and I would never let him know that.

I pulled my courage together and felt my hips instinctively thrust up to pull him deeper into me.

"Bella," he moaned softly.

I gave myself over to the power of his even, steady rhythm and allowed myself to fully let go and simply concentrate on his body within mine, his breath mixed with mine.

My hands slid down his back and gripped onto the taunt muscle of his ass while my tongue shot out to flick the rosy nipple on his chest. He growled at the sensation and instantly retaliated by pressing his lips to the sensitive skin at my neck and sucking eagerly while the force and speed of his thrusts picked up.

I lost all rational thought as my head cleared and lights began to flash before my eyes. Jasper slipped his hand between our joined bodies and rubbed my engorged nub of flesh. I came instantly, crying out his name wildly.

With a great roar he came just a moment later before stilling within me and pressing languorous kisses along my brow and cheek bones.

"I love you, Bella," he said sadly.

"I know." That was all I could give him.

"I know," he repeated.

I fell asleep minutes later to him stroking my hair, our bodies still joined together.

~~***~~

I cracked my eyes open as the first dull rays of daylight peeked through the curtains.

"Good morning," Jasper said as he got up from the chaise and pressed a lingering kiss on my lips.

"Good morning," I croaked back at him, jealous at his smooth demeanor even in the morning.

I raked my hand through my hair and felt the mess of tangles that had once been orderly curls down my back.

"Ugh," I groaned and put my palm up to my mouth and breathed. "This whole morning after sex look is not really working for me."

He sat down next to me, the bed dipping under his weight as he pulled my hand back from my face and smoothed down my wild hair.

"To me you're just as beautiful now as you were last night, as you are every day," he said fondly.

My heart constricted painfully in my chest as I smiled weakly at him.

"You must be hungry."

"I could eat," I mumbled quietly.

"Do you want me to order you room service or do you want me to go out and pick you up something," he asked, still winding his fingers through my curls, separating them so they weren't so tangled.

I choked back the lump in my throat. "I'm dying for a fruit breakfast."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and I prayed he wouldn't be able to see through my thoughts. He finally sighed and nodded, pulling on his crumpled sweater over his jeans. "I'll head over to the fruit market and see what I can find. Why don't you jump in the shower?"

"That would be great," I said, pulling the sheet closer to my body to cover my bare skin.

"I love you, Bella. I hope you know that and will always remember."

He pressed his lips to mine fiercely before walking out the door.

I knew I didn't have long before he came back so I stood up quickly, wincing slightly at the slight throb between my legs. Without a thought, I dragged my body into a comfortable pair of yoga pants and a long sleeved Henley before rushing through brushing my teeth and hair.

I methodically placed all of the things I had accumulated during my stay here, clothes, souvenirs, pictures and postcards, into my suitcases. I stumbled back into the bathroom and grabbed all of my toiletries, throwing them into my carry-on bag as the first tear snaked its way from beneath my lashes.

With everything packed I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I wasn't sure what someone would say when they didn't really want to say goodbye. I didn't have any words of comfort I could offer him, no promises for a future between us, but I did have hope, even though it was a small one.

I wrote the only thing that wouldn't destroy everything, I know and I remember. I placed the short note in an envelope with his name scrawled across the front of it in my uneven cursive.

I took my bags into the foyer and sat them down by the door and waited for the porter to arrive.

His quick knock sounded at the door only a minute later. It was the same man, Louis, who had delivered the package from Alice yesterday. He seemed different today. His eyes were full of sadness and his body was slumped.

He took in my bags and shook his head slowly from side to side before placing them on the cart. I implored him with my eyes to not say anything, to not make this harder than it already was. He nodded his head before we stepped into the elevator.

I stopped at the front desk and thanked the staff on duty for their helpfulness and kindness during my stay.

As Louis held the front door open for me, I took one last look at the hotel and whispered a good bye, not to the walls, but to the man who would come back to find them empty.

I crawled into the taxi as Louis placed my bags into the trunk. His hand stilled briefly on the door as he turned and looked me right in the eye.

"Vous ne pouvez pas courir du monde parce qu'il vous fera non bon. Il n'y a rien dehours pour vous s'il n'est pas a cote de vous. Vous savez ceci, pourtant vous le niez," he said, his words unnaturally strong for the way tears were sliding slowly down his cheeks.

"I don't speak French," I reminded him.

"You can't run from the world because it will do you no good. There's nothing out there for you if he isn't beside you. You know this, yet you deny it," he translated softly for me. "One day you will see, my dear little one."

With those words he shut the door and the taxi sped off. I leaned back against the seat and gripped onto the door handle, forcing myself to stay put.

I knew I was running and I knew why. I loved Jasper, passionately, and too much to allow it to go any further. I knew he thought I would go to Edward, but that would be too much of a betrayal, to all of us, and I wouldn't do that. I was running because, like with Edward, I had fallen too hard, too quickly.

If anything, my time in Paris had taught me that I needed to live, that I needed to find out who I was.

Rose had said that sometimes you just have to do something to make yourself happy, and she was right. But, that didn't mean I had to destroy everyone around me in the process. I needed to step back and figure out the whys of it all. I needed to learn to be independent, to be Bella, before I completely gave myself over to another, even if that other person was Jasper.

I pulled out my wrinkled letter from Alice and opened it up again, my eyes lingering on the last paragraph and concentrating on it with all of my heart, hoping it was true.

…There is white all around you. The trees are glistening and the wind is blowing lightly, causing your hair to fall in your eyes. I can see you smile, hear your laugh, and it's such a wonderful sound because he's next to you, pulling you into his arms and simply loving you.

Just like he was always meant to do.

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