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EPOV

Three Weeks Later

"Uhhh…Jas...per…ungh…yes…ungh!" His hands on my thighs are like vice grips as he fucks me over the kitchen counter.

I can't think.

My legs are cramping and my throat is already sore from all the screaming I've been doing but I don't want him to stop.

He bends me further down on the counter, changing the angle, before he starts to hit spots in me that makes me see stars. But my mind can't seem to process a thing besides the pleasure coursing through my body.

His thrusts are hard and fast as he drives his hard cock into my ass, chasing his orgasm. My body slides against the cool surface of the counter each time he pushes himself inside of me. I grab a hold of the end of it as he tightens his hold on me even more. Our grunts fill my ears, exciting me and my body feels as if it's on fire.

Coming into the kitchen, this hadn't been my intent when I said I wanted to learn.

I'd originally come in here fully intent on learning how to make my favorite meal. Jasper is a great cook. Since we'd be here at the loft most of the time, he would always find something to occupy our time together. Sure, most of it was spent fucking, but others times were spent learning something new about one another.

When I'd come to learn about his love for cooking and after sharing that I too held a passion for it, he then asked what were my favorites dishes to prepare. That discussion then led me to sharing that though I loved Chicken Alfredo, but I wasn't very good at making it. So he offered to teach me how.

Before getting here, I'd stop off and bought the ingredients he'd instructed me to and then took a cab here. From the moment he met me downstairs, paying the cab driver and taking the grocery bags from me, there had been this underline tension passing between us. Once we'd gotten started on the meal, things quickly changed.

Every move I made, I could feel his eyes on me. Every time I said something or bit my bottom lip in concentration, he'd groan. When he did this, the sound would go straight to my cock, but I tried to ignore it. However, Jasper hadn't helped matters one bit with his jeans riding low on his hips, and every time he reached for something, his t-shirt would rise and the 'v' of his hips would make my cock twitch. But the biggest turn on were his glasses, which was still on his face.

He'd always have them on whenever he was going over his students' work or even sometimes when we were watching television and also in the kitchen.

The final straw though was when he came up behind me, pressing his body into mine. Feeling his hard cock brushing against my jeans, I instinctively pushed back on him. From then on, what had started out as a cooking lesson quickly turned into a fucking session over the counter.

"Uhhh...fuck...Edward...I want...you to...come for me...ugh!" He punctuates every word by slamming into me. Looking around at him, I watch as he pulls his glasses off before a hard thrust from makes me clamp my eyes shut. He reaches around and wraps his hand around my cock, stroking it. The pumping motion of his hand has me pushing my ass harder back against him as I chase my orgasm.

But I want him to come first.

"Yes…fuck me...Jasper…come on...ungh!" I know what cheering him on will do to him. I now know what buttons to push and what to say to get him there. He doesn't utter a word; he only answers me in grunts and hard thrusts as he lays his body against mine, reaching up and touching the hand I was using to grip the edge of the counter with.

His hand covers mine, pulling it away from the edge of the counter as he slows his movements to a maddeningly unhurried pace while kissing my neck. He then wraps my hand into his own. My heart skips a beat at the move, but I don't say a word. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows that I hate it when he goes slowly. He knows that I'd much rather him fucking me like a wild animal more than anything else, but still, he keeps doing this. I want to look into it, read more into it, but I can't.

I'm scared to.

I practically growl at him to go faster, but he only ignores my commands and continues to go slowly. You can't fight it. My mind is screaming at me to just let go so I close my eyes and do. I let go and give myself over to the feeling of him deep within me. He bites into my shoulder and I welcome the sting of pain from his strong teeth digging into my flesh as his pace begins to quicken. His bites turn into licks and gentle kisses on the same spot before his mouth makes its way up to the shell of my ear, taking it between his lips, and sucking on it.

The move is enough to send me over the edge, and I come, screaming my release. "Oh Fuck! Yes…baby…come for me…baby." He thrusts in faster and harder into me until he finally stills and releases into the condom. We ride out our orgasms before collapsing against the counter. He relaxes against my back as we both laugh and slide to the floor in exhaustion.

This has been a great way to spend three weeks, and I actually dread it ending. However, with the money I've made and the plans I've got for moving out of the dump I live in and school, it makes me happy to know that I won't be staying in this life much longer. I don't care if I have to wait tables after this, it will still be better than hooking. I know the money can be good, but this isn't the life for me anymore.

I'd been dragged out of my former life by my father and his bigotry and then I met Tanya and she taught me how to make do with what I had. But now it's my turn, and with it, Tanya and I won't ever have to do anything like this again.

But he's so different from your usual johns.

He is.

Jasper is so different from anyone I've ever met. The last three weeks have been nothing short of beautiful and I dread its end.

When we'd sat down for breakfast the morning after he'd asked me for exclusively the night before, I wasn't sure what everything would entail or even if I'd be comfortable with it. But then again, my comfort didn't matter because I was here for the client.

So a deal was struck and we worked out what I would be doing.

I'd be at his beckoning call whenever he pleased. When I agreed, he questioned how I felt about that while telling me that he'd never done anything like this before. I told him I was okay with it and to continue. So we worked out that he'd pick me up at all times and if he couldn't, I should take a cab straight here and he'd pay for it. He'd provide whatever was necessary for our evenings and all I had to do was show up.

I asked if he had any requirements of my body, as to how he'd like me to look and he only asked that I remained clean shaven at all time. No underarm hair and no hair on my genitals. As for sex, lube and condoms were always a requirement. He would always top and intercourse could be had anywhere in the loft. There was to be no dates outside his home, and if we went out, we were to act as if we were just friends.

As for payment, I would be paid fifteen thousand dollars at the end of the month. The amount alone baffled me as I thought it was too much.

I know, hooker with a conscience, right? What can I say?

When I told him that it was too much, he countered me that it wasn't and that he was sticking to it and could not be persuaded to do otherwise. So I let it rest.

So far, I've tried to maintain the rules of our arrangement by following each of his demands down to the "t". But the problem is, the more I've been around him, the more things have changed. I've unfortunately begun to care for Jasper more than I should despite how hard I try not to.

When I'd first called him baby after sex one night, I'd immediately jumped up to apologize. It had slipped out before I could stop it and I had gone on and on wanting him to know how sorry I was for overstepping my boundaries. But he simply looked at me, calmed me down, kissed me, and told me that he liked it.

"I've been thinking about that since the lesson started," he says breathlessly, startling me from my thoughts and reminding me that we're still lying on the cold tile.

I chuckle lightly before replying, "I've been thinking about it since I arrived downstairs. The only thing is, I didn't expect it until after we'd eaten."

"We could get takeout," he suggests.

"What, no chicken alfredo?" I say to him, throwing him a pout.

He laughs and kisses my lips before saying, "No, no alfredo, I'm too tired. Plus, I'll just spend the whole time wanting to fuck you again."

"Point taken, so takeout it is. Although we are going to have to get up," I say, noticing that he's still deep inside me.

He sits up and eases himself out of me, leaving me feeling empty.

"You know we could go out?" I say as I get up from the floor and pull my pants up.

When he seems hesitant, I try to cover, "I...I mean…"

"No! You're right," he says in a steady voice. "Let's get cleaned up and go out."

"O…o…okay," I say in shock.

He pulls my mouth to his, ravishing it before rising up from the floor and heading for the shower ahead of me. I wait the few minutes it takes him and once he gets out, I take my turn. After scrubbing my body clean, I spend the rest of the time under the spray thinking about the last three weeks and all I'd come to learn about Jasper.

Some things I was glad to learn, such as how fantastic he was with his mouth. His kisses and his blowjobs were going to be the death of me.

Sometimes I would barely make it through the door before it was slammed shut and I was pressed against it with his lips hard on mine and his tongue down my throat. He would work my tongue with his until I was left breathless and in a daze. Then he would work his way down, removing my clothes as he went before taking me in his mouth. The way he licked the tip, worked his tongue along the underside, and the way he would keep his eyes on me while sucking on my cock would have me spiraling out of control quickly.

My head would thrash and my knees would buckle before I'd find myself shouting my release until my voice was hoarse. Sometimes, he'd leisurely lick me clean before moving off his knees and making his way up back my body. My body would be goo as he dragged me to the bedroom to finish what he had started.

Which brought me to the other thing I thoroughly enjoyed him. Him fucking me.

I was convinced that Jasper wasn't human. He had to be a machine or a fucking alien or something. No one was that good. We would have sex and mere minutes later I'd be on all fours again or over the couch or on my stomach on the floor because I'm too tired to stand or kneel. Then there was in the shower or on the bed which all left me hollering for more. He was insatiable and there was nothing he wouldn't try. Jasper had allowed me to explore almost every position I'd ever wanted to try and more. I couldn't say how many times I'd gone home deliciously sore with Tanya laughing at me with every cautious step I took.

Another thing was how beautiful he was to me. I loved his laugh, his smile, and the way he'd caress me. What I loved most of all was that I could talk to him. By now, he was aware that I was educated because I'd challenge him in arguments about history, literature and any other topics we wanted to discuss. I'd never told him this firsthand, but Jasper was a great debater and he was very competitive. I loved when our discussions would get heated-not only because it would end in sex-but because of the way he brought out that side of me and also I admired how his eyes would light up at the challenge of my arguments.

I loved his eyes. I could stare in them forever if time allowed it.

However, there were things I wished I didn't know, but learned during the first few days of our time together.

I wished I didn't know how persuasive he could be.

Jasper would buy me things without asking and at times he felt more like my benefactor than just a john. He would bring me to his loft and there would be bags upon bags of new clothes and shoes waiting. Without me even saying a word, he'd walk over to them and started pulling them out while going on and on about how he didn't know what size to tell the sales lady.

Sometimes I'd listen, and others, I'd remind him of the deal we had. No attachments whatsoever and no gifts. But being the charmer he was, he'd just kiss me and find a loophole in my argument by claiming that it's just clothes he'd like to see me in while reminding me of what I'd said about it being the customer's choice.

I wish I hadn't said that.

He'd provided me with crisp white dress shirts, Dockers, Levi Jeans, and t-shirts upon t-shirts along with boots, sneakers and jackets which now lay on my and Tanya's bed. Or where ever I could throw them since they've overlapped the drawers.

The biggest surprise, however, had been the phone.

I took a cab home from Jasper's, tired and needing some sleep. Upon entering the apartment I heard the shower running. I didn't even have the strength to greet Tanya as the sight of the bed came into view and I quickly threw myself across it, falling asleep as soon as my head had hit the pillow.

In my deep sleep, I could feel something tickling me in the stomach, but I didn't move and it stopped before starting again. My eyes popped open the second time since I thought it was Tanya, but looking up I spotted her at the laptop, deeply engrossed in whatever she was looking at.

Before I could close my eyes again, she shouted, "Aren't you going to answer that?"

"What?" I asked confused as I lifted my head from my pillow.

"Jesus, fuck, do I have to do everything myself?" she said as she got up and walked over to me. She forcefully turned me on my back and pulled a phone with a red bow on it out of my jacket pocket and answered it.

"Hello, oh hey, Jasper," she said, causing me to spring up fully alert.

"Oh yeah, he's right here," she said as gave me the stink eye. "Hold on." She then threw the phone at me and smiled before heading back to the kitchen table.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Edward," he said like it had been an everyday occurrence.

"You got me a phone?" It came out more like a question instead of what I had intended. I wanted to be mad about it, and yet I couldn't be, not without hearing the reason behind it.

"Yes, umm, I thought things would be easier this way," he explained.

"Well, I-" I started before he interrupted, cutting me off.

"Yes?"

"I would've rather you told me about it instead of putting it in my..."

"Your jacket," he offered. I guess he'd done it that way because he knew that I would've complained. He had already done so much for me, so I didn't see the point in another gift. However, he was right, this was important to our arrangement.

"Yeah, well, tell me next time before getting me a what?" Taking the phone from my ear, I looked at it before putting it back to my ear and saying, "A Blackberry Bold."

He laughed out and I found myself chuckling along before we fell into an easy conversation. We ended our talk with him telling me that he'd be picking me up later on.

That night was the first one where we had simply talked, there had been no sex whatsoever. That night, I'd fallen asleep in his arms and slept peacefully. Something I hadn't done in a long while.

However, other things were harder to swallow than that. Like learning about Alice. I had known there was someone, but I didn't think it was my place to ask anything about that person. This was just a business arrangement. What did I care, right?

Really?

Really.

Anyways, it was about a week ago and he had arranged for me to come for the weekend. It was in the middle of the night and the pounding at the front door caused Jasper to get up from the bed stark naked and walk to it. I had looked over at the clock, seeing it was midnight and I wondered who could be at his door.

I got out of the bed after he'd left and went to the bedroom door which he'd left ajar, hearing angry voices and shouting coming from the living room.

I heard him yell the name Alice before she barked at him about missing dinner with his parents again and some club opening he was suppose to go to with her. She demanded to know why he'd been unavailable, and he told her it was none of her business.

After a while when the voices quieted down, I opened the door a little more to take a peak and I saw her trying to kiss him while Jasper gripped the throw from over the couch in a death grip around his waist. With each attempt she made for his lips, she'd also try to pull the throw away.

I don't know why but something stirred inside me in that instant and I wanted nothing more than to knock her out. I felt possessive and I wanted to defend Jasper. I wanted to march out there and tell her to take her damn hands off of him. But I couldn't, it wasn't my place so instead I moved away from the door.

When he'd returned to the bedroom, he was pissed as hell and in the next couple of minutes I was dressed and ready to go. He didn't object and drove me home.

Feeling the cold water hit my skin I snap to attention and jump out of the shower, realizing that I let my mind wander too long. I dry off and throw on my clothes before heading back to the living room.

Walking into the room, I spot him on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his glasses back on his face, reading the newspaper. He looks up at me with a smile and my heart skips a beat as he asks, "So where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, surprise me," I say, smirking at him.

He laughs out before getting up and making his way to me. He moves to take the glasses off, but I stop him. "Don't. Leave 'em on."

"Why?" he asks, with an arched brow as he approaches me.

I know what he's doing. It's something he's been doing for a while now. He's been challenging me to say more, to admit more to him as he wants to say something but is looking to me to say it first. So I do, "Because I love them on you, they're sexy."

He closes the space between us and practically growls at me before capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. While holding him to me, my hand takes up purchase in his hair as the other grips his ass. Our mouths move against one another while our tongues dance.

A loud knock on the door causes us to jump away from each other before the door is then unlocked and Jasper mutters "Jake" as muscular guy walks in. Watching him stroll in, he looks like a model off the cover of Men's Health magazine. He spots us behind the door as Jasper moves one hand to close it while keeping the other joined in mine. He looks down at our joined hands before he meets my eyes as he moves to the couch, perching himself on the edge of it. He throws me a questioning glare at first before it's quickly turned into a cunning smile as he moves his sights to Jasper.

"Hey, man, what's up?" he says with a coy grin. "Sorry to interrupt." There is a certain mirth dancing in his eyes when he says this as Jasper scoffs and chuckles before saying, "Sure you are, Jake."

Jake's eyes moves back to me and I begin to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. I can usually handle anyone looking at me funny–hell, I use to eat out of a garbage can–but there is something unnerving about his.

Wanting it to stop and not wanting to look into why it bothers me so much, I pull my hand away from Jasper causing him to spin around and look at me with a strange expression before he covers it with a soft chuckle and looks away before I can read it. Turning to Jake, he says quietly, "Hey, man."

Jake must know what Jasper's look is about because looking back at him, I notice a frown on his face before he masks it by holding his hand over his heart, fluttering his eyelashes and saying, "Oh, Jasper, baby, I'm hurt. Heartbroken even. Words cannot express. How could you cheat on me?"

"Oh shut up, Jake," Jasper laughs out, taking his glasses off.

"Umm, this is my best friend, Jake," Jasper turns back to me and say while smiling. Jake moves from the couch and makes his way toward me holding his hand out for me to shake.

I grab his hand and begin to say, "Hi, I'm…"

"Tony," Jake finishes for me before winking at Jasper. "Nice to meet you."

Looking over at Jasper I take in his dumbfounded expression before turning my attention back to Jake and responding, "Nice to meet you too. Well, I've got to get going. I'll see you soon, Jasper." Without another word, I turn and make my way through the door, but Jasper is quick to follow. I already had on my jacket so it was easy.

He told his friend about me?

Well, not you, but "Tony."

See, it's just a job. He didn't even use my real name.

Whatever. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, you know.

Shut up!

I make my way to the elevator, pressing the button and awaiting the lift. I close my eyes and sigh berating myself for expecting anything more than what was going on. Look at it, he's now in his apartment chatting away with his friend like we weren't about to go out together. I hope they're planning some sort of hookup because I doubt I could do it.

The lift arrives, but as I move to get on I hear Jasper calling out to me.

"Hey, Edward, Wait!"

I don't look up; instead I walk inside the elevator and press the ground floor button as Jasper rushes in before the doors close.

"I told you to wait," he says, breathlessly.

"I assumed that our time was up," I reply, nonchalantly though my stomach is doing somersaults in excitement.

He followed me out. Holy Shit!

He simply looks at me again with the same expression from earlier, before he says quietly, "I thought we were going out."

I can't answer. In that moment, I was so sure that he wouldn't want to be seen with me so I remind of his rule of going out together before saying with as much as contempt as I can muster."Right, like you want to be seen with me?"

He looks hurt by it, but covers it with his dazzling smile and counters, "Why?"

I shrug, but don't respond so he asks, "Are you afraid that I'll give you a run for your money with how hot I look?"

As the elevator opens, I lean forward and whisper, "Keep dreaming."

I watch him shiver a bit from my answer before I walk away with the crooked smile he claims he loves to see plastered on my face.

He jumps out of the elevator and catches up with me, surprising me when he takes my hand in his as we walk to his car and only letting my hand go so we can get in. After buckling up, he drives off and in the direction of whichever restaurant he's about to take me.

We are silent for a minute before he says, "I realize and I'm aware of what I'm doing. I know that I'm breaking my own rule but I just…" he sighs before going on. "I just don't want to stay hidden anymore. I've been what everyone else wants me to be for so long I hardly have anything left for me."

"I understand that," I say softly, taking his free hand in mine. "I know what that feels like."

He smiles at me and we fall back in silence before my curiosity about Jake gets the better of me. "So what about Jake?" I ask, realizing he just left him behind.

"Oh, he's cool. He'll just stay there until I get back, no matter what time that might be," he says freeing his hand and running it up my thigh, inching it closer and closer until he's dangerously close to where I want it. My breaths are coming in pants as I look into his eyes seeing that mischievous glint I've come to know and secretly love so much.

He quickly pulls his hand away; I growl inwardly choosing not to show him just how much he affects me. Trying to cover my immediate need for him, I ask as calmly as I can. "So, where are we going?"

"Liberty View Restaurant," he tells me after a beat and I realize I threw him off.

"Oh," I say, nonchalantly.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing, it's a good choice."

"You've been there?" he questions.

"Nope, but it's a place I wanted to go to in the future. You?" I ask, wanting to know his thoughts.

"Yeah," he replies. "So you map out where you want to go huh?"

I take a minute to look at him, just to see if he's going to make some pompous comment, but each time he takes his eyes off the road to glance at me, I can see that he's genuinely interested in what I've got to say.

"Yeah, I do," I tell him. "It's just something I do to pass time with before heading out. I want to go to those places when I've got the time and money. So, I plan."

"That's good," he comments before adding. "I like that. I haven't brought anyone with me there before so it'll be great to get your opinion on the things."

"I'm hard to please," I say to him with a smirk.

His eyes seem to gleam with mischief again before he replies in a tone that makes my dick hard. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really," I say in a challenging tone. "This isn't sex. This is food and I'm serious about food."

He mumbles something about me being a tease while pouting.

I laugh and say, "I wasn't the one feeling you up and then stopping a second ago."

He chuckles and replies, "Touché," before continuing on to the restaurant.

I love seeing him like this; it'll make a good memory when our time is up.

When we get there, as soon as we're out of the car, he's taking my hand again and pointing out things about the sights that appeal to him as he explains them. I just stare at him in admiration as he goes on and on while I devour every word. We take a seat at a table outside and he keeps his hand in mine even kissing my knuckles every now and then. My heart skips a beat whenever he does it, and I throw him a smile.

He looks so happy. Content even.

"Wait, why am I telling you all this?" he laughs after telling something about the Statue of Liberty. "You probably already know this, right?"

I can see the inquisitiveness dancing around in his eyes so with a deep sigh, I ease it by saying, "I'm not from New York. Are you?"

He looks a bit shocked that I answered him since I've hardly shared anything about myself with him before. But what he doesn't know how much I've struggled not to do that.

He lets go of my hand, joking that he's giving my fingers some breathing space then eases back in his seat and says, "I was born in Texas and lived there until I was around nine or ten years old before my parents moved us to New York permanently."

"Oh, Forks, Washington," I say, pointing to myself.

He knits his brows for a second before saying, "I know that name somehow, from somewhere. I just can't remember where I've heard it before now."

"Oh, well, that's where I'm from," I say.

"Are your parents still there?" he asks.

"Why do you want to know?" I know that I'm jumping down his throat for no reason but any reminder of them always does this to me. Only thing is, Jasper doesn't know that. But it's too late; the anger is rising in my voice. "What's that got to do with you fucking me?"

He looks shocked at my outburst but quickly covers it and stutters out, "Because…I…I want to…I want to know you." He takes my hand again squeezing it in emphasis. But I untangle it from his own and move it to rub the back of my neck while avoiding his probing eyes.

I really shouldn't be angry with him, he was just curious. However, I've made a rule not to discuss anything about the past with anyone. So having him know about it would leave me feeling vulnerable. A place I didn't want to be when our arrangement ended. But looking up at him now and seeing the sadness in his eyes, I can feel my resolve wavering.

"Why do you want to know me?" I whisper finally.

"Because, I just do. I can't explain what I'm feeling toward you, Edward. I'll be honest about that. But, I know that I want to know all I can about you," he tells me. "I want to know why you've chosen this life, why you're a prostitute, why you're not in school somewhere, why you can't…just everything I can." I watch as he scratches his head and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. I smile, loving the fact that I know these things about him.

"And when you know them, then what?" I ask. "Are you going to be my Prince Charming and lift me out of the rut I'm in? Are you going to save me, Jasper?"

"I honestly don't know," he replies, meeting my eyes. "And if that isn't enough for you then I'm sorry that I asked. It's okay, you don't have to say anything. We'll just stick to the fucking."

It's my turn to be shocked by his cold tone and the dismissive way he just said that. However, I can't hold it against him. He is showing me more interest than anyone besides Tanya ever has. Not even my own parents showed any interest in what was going on with me; it was all about grades and the upkeep of our stature in the community. Nothing else mattered.

So with a sigh, I decide to let him in a bit. I won't share everything, but I'll give him enough to hopefully remember the guy that was kind to him when he needed it. Even if he had to pay.

After our food arrives, we eat in silence. Jasper's expression is hard and he hardly looks up at me. He only sits there devouring his Crispy Peking Duck as if the world was going to end in a minute.

I'd order the Crispy Jumbo Shrimp, but aside from the delicious taste, I have no appetite.

I move my food around on my plate, trying to build the courage I need to start talking. When he's halfway through his meal, I sigh and open my mouth. "My parents are alive, but they weren't pleased to know that they're only son is gay. I guess catching you asleep, naked, with another boy in your bed wasn't exactly the way to say it either." Looking up, I notice his beautiful blue eyes intently on me so I continue. "We didn't, at least I didn't, plan for it to come out that way, but it was graduation and Seth–" Shit, I hadn't meant to bring up Seth at all, but I know I can't take it back. Taking a deep breath, I just keep going. "Seth and I got into Dartmouth together. We were planning to tell our parents that we were in love and together before heading there. I loved him, apparently more than he loved me, but that's for later."

I ease back in my seat, unsure if I should go on, but he surprises me when he makes no other move except to call a waiter over to order something else. I look at him incredulously and he mouths that it's for Tanya.

While waiting, he says, "I've known that I was gay since I was around sixteen years old. At first, it was a scary thought, I mean why would I find guys hot or want to touch them, when I was always told it was wrong. But as time passed, I started to enjoy those thoughts and I wanted to pursue them." He pauses and laughs out before continuing. "I can understand the disapproving parents because mine still believe that if I date Alice, I'll eventually accept things the way they are and I won't do anything to embarrass the family. So, I'm stuck because while I want to be free..." He trails off with a shrug as he reaches over and takes the hand I've placed back on the table.

As he begins to rub soothing circles across my knuckles, I say, "You're a grown man, Jasper. You should be able to do what you want." He opens his mouth to respond, but I hold my hand up to stop him. "I understand that you can't though. You have obligations and for others in…ou…your society to respect you, you have to be a certain way that's acceptable."

He nods and we hardly say anything after that. I guess we have a lot to think about. We'd just shared quite a bit with each other. And as frightening as it is for me to know that I'd just done that, in a way for me, it's relieving.

When the waiter returns with his order, he takes Tanya's food and hands it to me. After paying for everything, he leaves a tip and gets up. I follow suit and we head back to the car.

We're back on the road before he starts talking again, and it's something I really don't want to talk about. I'd thought we would've left things where they were back at the restaurant and not dig any deeper. However, Jasper has other plans.

Hey, you opened that can of worms, deal with it.

"So Dartmouth, did you get in on a scholarship?" he asks as we make our way to my place after he'd inform me he's taking me home.

"Yeah, I did."

"So, why didn't you go despite your parents disapproval?" he asks.

"Because I didn't work, I didn't have any savings. So no money for other expenses such as food, clothing, a place to live, and so on," I tell him.

"Shit! So they could've paid that, right?" he questions.

"Yeah, but my dad wasn't about to waste the family money on a faggot son." He throws me a serious expression and I hold my hands up, smiling for the first time since we started this talk. "His words, not mine." He mutters something but I don't hear him and we fall into a mutual silence, both of us automatically knowing the conversation is over.

I relax against my seat and close my eyes not believing that I'd just shared that with him. Sure, I didn't give Jasper my parents' name but in a weird way I feel relieved that I've told this much. Opening my eyes, I see that we've pulled up to my spot.

"You seem to have passed out on me there darlin'," he drawls as I glance over at him.

"Do you visit Texas a lot?" I ask, loving the accent.

"I do," he replies with a smirk as we pull to a stop. "I visit my granddad a lot. Aside from Jake, he's a major supporter, and a bonus is that he can't stand my mother."

We laugh at that and I lean over the console to kiss him goodbye. Once we part, I grab Tanya's meal and get out. I move around the car, and begin my walk to a spot by the door so I can watch him drive off.

I walk past Embry by the side of the building chatting up a girl, but the distinctive sound of a door slamming shut makes me turn around.

"What are you doing?" I ask incredulously as Jasper jogs over to me.

He shrugs his shoulders and says, "I want to see where you live. You've seen mine, so I want to see yours. Anyway, where are we going? You always go around this corner, is it here?" he says as he pulls the door to my building open and stands there waiting on me.

I can't answer; fuck if I can move from my spot on the sidewalk. Finally gathering my senses, I look back at his very expensive car and walk up to him, hissing to him, "You can't have that here. You see a fucking Benz across the street? I guarantee you won't see it again when we come back down here, so please get in your car and go."

"Awww, come on, Eddie boy, give us some credit. We're not that bad," Embry says, joining in on the conversation. "I'll make sure your little boyfriend's ride will be safe when he gets back down here, but of course, that will cost him."

"Embry…he…" I try before Jasper interrupts.

"How much?" Jasper asks.

Holy Fuck! This is getting worse.

"Just gimme a hundred bucks and we'll call it even," Embry tells him.

"Listen, Jasper, just get in the car and go," I try, but he just looks me in the eye as he pulls a hundred dollar bill from his pocket, handing it over to Embry who smiles and says to have fun before walking back to the girl he was talking to.

I shake my head and walk past him as he smiles and says, "What?" while following behind me.

We ascend the stairs to my floor, and with a deep breath, I unlock the door and make my way inside with Jasper in tow. I spot Tanya on the bed with her back to us reading something in a shorts and one of my t-shirts. Looking back at Jasper, I watch as his eyes move around our small place. Tanya's voice breaks through the silence as she says without looking behind her yet. "I smell food, Edward. Why am I not eating it?"

"Because you haven't come for it," Jasper answers.

Tanya's head whips around and her surprised eyes meet mine questioningly. I decide to just answer her unasked question. "I couldn't stop him from coming up." I move to the kitchen to set down her food and walk past Jasper as he says to her, "And he's pissed because I paid…what's his name?"

"Embry," Tanya offers as she moves off the bed.

"Yeah, Embry to watch my car while I get to see where Edward lives," he tells her as I make my way into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Fuck! Why did I open my big mouth?

I stay in the bathroom for as long as I can, hoping that maybe Tanya has gotten rid of Jasper somehow. Maybe she can convince him to leave, and head back down to his car with him. I know that I'd owe her big time, but I just can't deal with Jasper right now.

Unfortunately, it doesn't take him long to charm her.

"Edward?" she says through the door. "Can you come out here for a sec?"

Seeing no point in resisting since Tanya would just continue to annoy the fuck out of me until I open the door, I unlock it and walk out.

Jasper is sitting on our bed and Tanya places her arm into mine, walking me over to him. She lets go and pushes me down beside him while I pout and cross my arms like a little kid. She walks over to the small table in the kitchen, grabbing a chair. She brings it back over and after putting it down in front of us, she sits, crossing her arms.

She says nothing for a while and I just sit there curious about what has the two of them smiling like canaries.

"Edward," she says in a warning tone. "Don't you dare think about fucking objecting, okay?"

"Okay," I say, suspiciously, wondering what is about to come out of her mouth.

"Now, before you came home, I was a very busy girl. Not only did I tell Embry that I quit and we'd be moving soon, but I've also recently gotten a job," she says, proudly while looking at Jasper.

She looks as if she's about to say something else but I'm too excited to care before I get up and grab her out of her chair, hugging her to me. When we part, she tells me to sit back down and she takes her place again in front of us.

"So, I've told Jasper here about our plans, since you were hiding in the bathroom forever so I thought I would at least entertain your guest and we got to talking," she says.

"Okay, but…" I look over at Jasper before turning back to Tanya and saying to her. "Everything?"

"You should've said you were interested in returning to school," he says to me. "You never said that."

"I don't understand," I say to the two of them. Just how long was I in the fucking bathroom? "So what if I didn't tell you that bit? I've already said too much." I turn to address Tanya, "And what does him knowing about our plans have to do with anything? Why did you tell him?"

Tanya sighs and rolls her eyes before cocking her eyebrow and saying, "So tell me something. Aside from the unconventional way this happened, do you two realize that you care about each other? Or am I only one that sees it?"

Jasper looks sheepishly down at his lap and I stumble over my words now that my best friend has revealed my secret. A secret I thought I'd hidden well, even from her.

"Tanya, we're…we're not…anything…" I stutter out. Jasper's head snap up and he looks as if he's about to say something but Tanya interrupts him.

"Yeah, and I'm the pope," she says, sarcastically. "Edward, there is something going on here more than just…whatever it is at the moment, and you two would be fucking fools if you both didn't explore it." She leans back in her chair apparently satisfied with what she'd just said.

After another few minutes pass with no one saying anything, Tanya speaks up and what she asks shocks the hell out of me.

"So, Edward, tell me something. How do you feel about moving by the end of the week?"


Thanks to vbfb1 & abbymickey24 for looking this over. I've tweaked a bit afterwards, so any mistakes I take responsibility for.

Next: Jasper questions himself on his feelings for Edward, but takes a brave step forward.