Jasper glanced at me in surprise. "What?"

I loved catching him off guard; it's not as easy as you might think!

I decided to play with him. "You heard right, Jasper. You can touch me wherever you want."

I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. His mouth was hanging open.

I'm sure he could feel my amusement. It was beyond hilarious to watch him in this position.

Honestly, deep down inside of me, the words were true.

I loved Jasper so much, as we were a two passionate people. I wished, sometimes, that we could go a little father than we do.

Just a little bit.

He cleared his throat and carefully sat me back on the bed.

Shifting his weight from foot to foot he asked seriously, "Bella, am I not affectionate enough to you?"

Now it was my turn to be surprised.

I asked, "What do you mean?"

He sat on his chair and took my hand, scooting closer to me.

He sighed guiltily, "I know we don't do a lot together, but it's hard for me. I'm sorry for that, but I can't help it. I can try to… touch you more if you want me to."

I blinked a few times and demanded, "Slow down and back up a little bit. I was only teasing you, where did all of this come from?"

He kissed my wrist before explaining himself, "Bella, I would love to be with you more, in other ways then just being here."

I blushed slightly.

He ignored that, "But I don't want to hurt you. I can barely kiss you without wanting to kill you. Those instincts are strong enough. I don't think I could control myself with anything more."

I patted his hand and asked, "Jasper, are you talking about having sex?"

My face was a dark red, but I was honestly curious. It sure sounded like it.

He glanced at me, "Weren't you?"

I frowned.

Was I?

I think so, but how serious had I been?

I am only seventeen I shouldn't be thinking about these things.

But I suddenly was thanks to him!

When two people love one another, they are supposed to share their bodies. It's the ultimate show of love, and the most romantically intimate way to display how you feel about your partner.

Jasper was afraid to even hug me too hard; I would never push him to do anything more if he wasn't ready.

I smiled, and so did he.

He always smiled when I did, which was actually really adorable.

I answered, "Yes I was, but I was just messing around. We have plenty of time to think about those things after you are at ease around me."

His body relaxed and he smiled, "Thank you."

I kissed him before I reminded, "We still have some flags to set up."

He chuckled and taped some cotton padding to my leg, then put the brace back on. He carried me to

the wheelchair across the room and set me down, pushing me towards the elevators.

I sat in the wheelchair, holding a massive pile of little flags, as Jasper pushed me through the cemetery. At each new grave I would stick one of the little flags into the ground, we didn't mind if they weren't even veterans.

I asked Jasper, "So, tell me about the Quiletes'?"

He sighed, "There's a gene in the La Push tribe, a werewolf gene, as you saw. They are our enemies."

I laughed lightly, "How cliché, vampire versus werewolf."

I glanced behind my shoulder to see him smiling a little.

He continued, "Carlisle encountered them about seventy years ago, the great-grandparents of this bunch apparently. He made a treaty with the leader, Ephraim Black. The wolves would not expose the family as long as we never bite another human. The guys aren't happy."

It suddenly made a lot of sense now.

It certainly must have looked like Jasper was biting me. I mean, his teeth were on my neck.

I asked, "How can Emmett and Edward be angry with him though? He thought you had broken the treaty, which he is why he crossed the line, or whatever Edward had called it."

Jasper sighed as I jammed another stick into the ground. "That's what I tried to tell him. They don't want to listen. Rosalie and Alice would fight if the two of them go. The only reason they haven't yet it because Carlisle has asked them not to."

I asked, "Do you think things will calm down?"

He was quiet for a second before deciding, "I hope so, eventually. If Sam stays well inside of their territory for a while."

I asked in surprise, "Sam?"

He nodded.

I remembered a conversation I had with Jacob last time I was over there.

"All of the elders look at Sam like he's a hero or something. Jared is completely different from what he used to be. It's like he was sucked into a cult or something!"

Jacob has sounded more disgusted then upset.

I asked, "Do you think it's anything bad? I can talk to dad about it."

Cults were dangerous, and Jared is younger then Sam. He could be persuaded to do bad things.

Jacob sighed, "No, they're still 'good kids', or whatever. I just don't like them."

I asked, "Why not?"

He frowned at me, his big brown eyes conflicted.

"They creep me out. They stare at me sometimes like I'm a holy grail or something. I don't like it, it's like they expect me to do something really awesome."

Sam.

Werewolf.

Sam, expecting Jacob to do something.

Or be something?

Ephraim Black was the first pack's leader.

Was Jacob Black a werewolf?