How will this end?
Jasper takes me to his home. The car ride there is silent, my hand clutching desperately at his. The walk in is silent, his arm safeguarding us in. And the moment we lay on his bed is silent, cuddling into each other's arms.
It isn't until our erratic heartbeats and frantically wandering hands have settled that he finally says something. "What's wrong, babe?" I shake my head.
"Did something happen?" Another head shake.
"Is it bad?"
A pause and then, "I don't think so. I'm just freaking out."
"Do you want to talk about?" he asks, his hand coming up to pet my hair. It doesn't feel nearly as good as when you do it, but it's still comforting.
"No…can you just hold me for a second?"
His lips brush my forehead oh-so gently. "I can do that."
When his hold relaxes, I shove at his shoulders. "Tighter." When it's not tight enough, I grab his shirt and pull him closer. "Tighter!" When that doesn't feel quite right either, I smack at his chest in frustration.
"Jesus, Bella! What do you want from me?"
We glare into each other's eyes, his more impatient than angry. I grab his neck, pulling him toward me. He fights at first and then a second passes as he realizes what I want but it's too late by then because his lips are already on mine. Not that he cares. He's a boy. Boys always want this…right?
"Kiss me," I mumble against his mouth, watching as his mellow blues slowly begin to close.
"I can do that," he says, but it's so garbled, I can only guess on that.
His lips feel nice, but not as nice as yours. They're gentle as they press against mine, but not as gentle as yours. They're soft as they slide across my cheek, but not as soft as yours. And they're tantalizing when they glide down my neck…but not as tantalizing as yours.
"Fuck," I say.
"Does that feel good, babe?"
I want to tell him no, but I don't want him to stop, so instead I yank his shoulders. I pull his hair. I run my fingernails down his back. When he moans, I bite his lip. When he shifts closer, I kick him in the shins.
"Fuck," he groans, his breaths heavy against my throat. "You make me feel so good. I miss you so much."
And then he's kissing along my collarbone and nudging at the buttons on my shirt. His fingers, only a whisper on my skin, slide up my arms from my fingertips to my shoulders and then tracing the collar of my shirt, down to that first and then popping it open.
I push my hips into his. "Come on, Jasper."
His fingers slide down slowly and then even slower it seems until the second button pops open. "Come on, Jasper!"
It feels like hours before that third button comes undone. "Fucking shit!" I grab the open edges of my shirt and pull, feeling the rest of the buttons scatter.
And that's when Jasper pounces, pushing at my shoulders, biting at my skin, and ripping the shirt from my body, uncaring of how it pulls violently against my skin, possible leaving marks I'll find later.
Finally.