*Jemima*

I woke up with a headache. Thankfully, there had been no dreams, about Jasper or otherwise, last night. Although, I wished yesterdays failed meal with the Cullens had been a figment of my imagination. I sat up slowly, putting a hand on my head. Jasper was gone. I wasn't surprised though, and guessed that he'd just gone home to his family. At that moment, there was a sharp rap on my window. I jumped, and looked over at it. The curtains were still pulled open, but the window was shut. Through the glass, I could see Jasper's face.

"Jasper!" I gasped, rushing over to open the window. I practically pulled him in, "Why can't you just use the door! What if someone sees you?"

Jasper closed the window behind him, and turned to face me. Once again, I was completely blown away by his beauty, and how golden his eyes looked in the morning sun. He looked at me carefully, and whispered, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, "Yeah!" I said a little too perkily.

Jasper wasn't convinced, "I did hear what your mother said to you. I apologize for eavesdropping, but we had difficulty ignoring it."

"We? Everyone heard!" I said exasperatedly.

"They won't judge you, Jemima."

*Jasper*

As I reassured her that my family wouldn't judger her, she groaned, and practically collapsed on the bed, her arms spread out across the duvet.

I couldn't help being fleetingly reminded of the first night that I'd been in this room, with her on that bed.

She must have felt my intense stare, for she opened her eyes, and looked up at me carefully. Her eyes were green now, like moss. I saw her throat roll with a gulp, but her eyes didn't leave mine, and she stayed on the bed. Almost without thought, I bent down, my eyes locked on hers. My lips were inches away from her, although I wasn't absolutely sure whether they were aiming for her lips, or her throat.

"Jemima!"

A harsh shout broke the moment. Pulling away with inhuman speed, I was at the open window in under a second. Jemima, although she seemed dazed, seemed to have broken from the spell that my gaze seemed to have put on her. She sat up quickly, and without looking away from me, she called back, "Yeah?"

"Are you up?"

Jemima rolled her eyes, "Yes."

"Good, I'm going out for the day. Don't spend your Saturday cooped up in your room!"

"Okay," She called back dismissively.

In less than a minute, I heard the front door slam, and the human mother's car pull away. Jemima wasn't looking at me anymore. In fact, she seemed to be avoiding my gaze. She stood up, and running a hand through her hair, walked over to her desk. I watched her fumble around aimlessly for awhile, before I lost my patience.

Hardly stirring the air, I was behind her. I enclosed my hands on the tops of her arms. I felt her stiffen under my grip. Her breath was ragged, and I could hear her heart speed up.

"Jasper, I..." She gulped as my useless breath swept across her cheek, "how could you like someone like?"

I stopped, and turned her to face me, "What?"

"I mean...you're...beautiful. I'm not," She blushed, and looked down.

Without saying anything, I dipped my head to be under hers, and my lips found hers. She seemed to be in shock for a moment, which was much too long in my time, but she soon responded. Hooking her arms around my neck, she lost herself in the kiss.

I knew I was supposed to be a gentleman. I knew what we were doing was wrong, or at least, what I was doing was wrong. But there was something about this delicate, warm creature in my arms that made me forget.

I found it strange how we were both haunted creatures, both with human instincts, both unpredictable. Maybe that was why I forgot what I was, who I was...

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