Over the next two weeks, Edward became almost as close of a friend as Alice.

We had to spend shorter amounts of time together then I could with Alice, but we talked endlessly when we were together.

It was like an obsession of his, to try to learn enough about me to be able to decipher me without having to read my thoughts.

Like a new toy, honestly.

A puzzle of sorts.

When I wasn't with Edward and Alice, I was with Jasper.

Last week I had beat some information out of him. He told me about his history, in extreme detail. It had taken like three hours. From his human childhood, to the army, to Maria, to his time with Peter and Charlotte, and then Alice and the Cullens'.

I learn a lot about everyone, actually.

Alice, Edward, Emmett and Carlisle.

Jasper refused to tell me about Esme and Rosalie, he said that was their decision.

All I know is that Esme had taken a lethal fall, and Rosalie was bleeding to death in the cold streets of New York.

Today, for the second time, I was going over to his house.

He pulled my truck into his garage, and I stared around with wide eyes.

There were so many nice cars!

I gaped and Jasper chuckled, "Want to have a tour?"

I didn't like cars too much, but I did have a good time admiring them. I nodded and he had my door open before my seat belt was off.

Wrapping his arm around my waist we passed the ones I have already seen. His Corvette, the Jaguar, Emmett's monster of a truck, the Volvo, and Carlisle's Mercedes.

He stopped by a red convertible and a long lack car.

"This is Edward's Vanquish, and Rose's M3"

He led me down the isle and over to a pale orange car. "Esme's Lamborghini Murcielago. She never really drives it, but Edward and Rose insisted she get at least one fast car."

I eyed the silver beast of a motorcycle not ten feet away from us.

He grinned, "So you like that, do you? Never pegged you for the cyclist, maybe we can ride some time. It's Edward's Ducati. He collects fast things. Alice wants a Porsche, in yellow, so you'll get to see that sometime soon."

He grinned and gestured over our shoulder.

I turned around and felt my eyes bug when I saw a dark blue and black car. It was insanely beautiful. So sleek and shiny and fast looking.

Emmett and Rosalie were lying under it. Emmett was lounging on his side, holding the front half almost four feet into the air.

Rosalie was beside him, covered in motor oil and whatnot. A sinister growl ripped out of her throat as she fiercely jammed a wrench into some part of the car.

Jasper grinned, "A Bugatti Veyron. Best car out there, goes almost 260 miles per hour."

A sudden laugh from the previously upset Rosalie made me jump.

She scoffed, "Try just over 300. I was playing with your engine, sorry, 1000 horsepower was too fun to resist. If I could only get this damn nut back where it belongs we'd be rolling."

Jasper chuckled, "Have fun with that."

We went inside of the house and up to his room. It was on the third floor.

One half of the wall space had his books, and the other held Edward's CD collection; because Jasper liked to listen to them and Alice had left them no place in her room.

There was an incredibly huge bed in the center of the room. Jasper said he never used it, but he had wanted one anyway. I think he misses sleeping.

I snuggled close to him and lifted my head, hovering not an inch from his nose.

We haven't kissed one another since that day in my room a half of a month ago, and I was honestly missing it.

He, obviously, could tell.

He let his head fall and he carefully pressed his lips against my cheek.

I wanted more than that!

I carefully curled my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth against mine. He readily returned the passionate gesture, and our lips began to dance.

I remembered his warning, about being cautious, and knew I would have to be the one to set our boundary line.

I managed to pull away from his eager lips and I blushed, "Sorry."

I wasn't sorry, not even slightly. I have never felt so exhilarated before.

He grinned at me and accused, "Lair."

I was already a terrible liar, and his gift didn't help my case any!

His arm wrapped around my back and he moved to the side, straddling my lap as he slowly guided me against the bed.

His mouth attacked mine again, and I was quite happy to comply and let my tongue taste his lips.

I should have tried to stop him. I should have put him back in his place like he has warned me to.

Suddenly, his hands grabbed my wrists, which were on his shoulders, and he roughly shoved them on either side of my head.

Unbridled fear started to rage through me as he pressed his lips to my throat, sucking on it wildly.

I held my breath and remembered to remain absolutely still.

A terrifying snarl bubbled out of his chest and his teeth grazed my neck.

My heart literally skipped a beat and I bit my bottom lip.

I forced back a whimper, not wanting to risk anything that could startle him while he was so swept away from his logical state of mind.

I hadn't heard the door open, but a firm hand gripped Jasper's shoulder and Edward tugged him away sharply.

Jasper's snarl intensified defensively for a fraction of a second, until he saw whom it was.

He held Edward's gaze silently as Alice easily plucked me off of the bed, wrapped her arm around my waist as she held me beside her.

Jasper sounded very, very, strained when he whispered, "Alice, please take her somewhere else for a while."

Alice quietly led me out of the room. We hurried down the stairs and through a door I've never been through before.

The massive four-poster bed that dominated the floor space was heavily loaded with rich golden and maroon bed sheets.

The carpet was maroon; the walls were a paler shade of golden.

There was an open door giving me a view into a closet nearly the size of the room it's self.

This was definitely her and Edward's bedroom.

Alice finally turned to look at me, her eyes darker then usual. She was as perky as ever, though.

"Are you alright, Bella?"

I was a little bit numb with a mixture of both shock and terror, but I managed to nod.

She gently tilted my head to the side and ran a cool finger to an extremely shallow scrape on my neck.

Her soft voice sounded tense with worry, "He almost broke the skin. It's very thin on your neck, just a tad more pressure and everything would have gone bad."

I swallowed hard and asked shakily, "What's Jasper doing right now?"

If he was upset about this, even slightly, I was going to go right back upstairs and talk to him.

Alice sat me down on the edge of the bed and sighed, "You'll hear in a moment."