Authors note: Hello again! This chapter is a bit of fun, it's time these two got a bit of light with all their dark ;) Once again i really hope you're all still enjoying the story and thank you so much to everyone that is reviewing to let me know what you think, you're support is what keeps the nephrology unit open for business.

Nothing but his boxers

I woke the next morning in a strange bed. I could here Jasper softly breathing beside me. For a second I was confused, but then it came flooding back with vivid intensity. We basically confessed our love (LOVE) for each other and proceeded to have sex in the exam room. Then he suggested going back to his apartment...and now I'm here. In his apartment...naked...with Jasper sleeping naked beside me. I don't think I've ever woken up happier in my life. No matter how wrong I knew this was, it just felt right! And yeah I know that was cheesy and cliché and blah blah blah but...it was true.

I couldn't stop looking at him, the duvet covering him from the waist down...wasn't that handy for my creepy morning staring! I took it all in; his chest softly rising and falling, his lean arms draped across the covers, the scars all down his arms a mark of his time as a patient that will never go away. His blonde locks were strewn across the pillow, I reached out and brushed hair from his eyes and my hand brushed against his long eyelashes. He stirred and for a moment I thought I'd woken him but he stilled and his breathing regained its slow rhythm. There was something so soothing about watching someone so peacefully asleep. He wasn't sick, wasn't in pain, wasn't hurting. He was safe here with me, and I felt safe with him.

I could have lain there all day watching him sleep, but I thought it might be better to get up and let him be. I didn't want to disturb him because dialysis took it out of you and he'd need the sleep…not to mention our rather exhausting activities last night. Also it was a bit creepy to sit and watch someone sleep for quite so long. So against my primal instincts to wake him up and jump his bones…I got out of bed.

I walked through to the kitchen living area. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Just a simple Seattle apartment but my goodness this guy knew his interior decorating, he could switch careers! The space was simple and elegant, not a crumb out of place. There was none of the usual little adornments that would signify a female presence but everything was so clean and perfect. A pale carpet swept the living area and white walls with the smallest hint of blue, a soft dark blue sofa with wooden legs and two matching chairs but in a light sky blue with only a small TV tucked in the corner. The only mess was at his desk where large prints of designs were spread across its dark wooden surface. There was also my underwear on the floor.

For a split second I wondered how I hadn't noticed how pristine his apartment was, but then I realised I had been rather pre-occupied…thus the underwear on the floor. I made my way toward his equality as perfect and shining kitchen, only briefly pondering the idea that he had undiagnosed OCD. For a moment I imagined how picturesque it would be if I made a lavish spread of pancakes and what not for breakfast, but then again I couldn't cook a meal if I were an oven and his cupboards and fridge were almost bare of foot items anyway.

He didn't even have coffee.

I was just about to grab my coat and leave to pick up some coffee when he emerged from the bedroom in nothing but his boxers. His really really tight boxers. They really didn't leave much to the imagination…not that they needed to after last night. And he was walking toward me. God help me he was a beautiful specimen.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, almost awkwardly as he reached the kitchen.

"It wasn't the worst sleep I've ever had," I smiled. He was close enough to touch now, so that's exactly what I did. I reached my hand out and touched the subtle muscle of his abdomen letting my finger slowly caress his skin. I took in every moment of it, his warm skin under my fingertips, my racing heart rate, the way he leaned into my touch like he was begging for more.

"Last night," I said softly, almost a whisper. "Before…everything…you said that you… I mean you didn't say exactly I guess I mean that you insinuated that you…I mean that maybe you felt like…like ehmmm." I felt like a complete idiot stumbling over my words. I didn't even know why I was saying then, it was like word vomit, I just couldn't stop myself. Why go and ask something like, well…try and ask something like that, when your so happy with what you've got right now? God I was so stupid.

"You mean when I told you I think I might be in love?" I could feel my hand trembling now against his skin. I bit my lip waiting for him so say something more. I nodded slowly, my heart speeding up with every second that past. He raised his hand and for a moment I though he was going to slap me for being so stupid but I don't know why I thought that, probably reading to much fifty shades (it was shit but everyone had a guilty pleasure). He didn't slap me of course; he gently stroked my cheek and moved his hand under my chin raising my head to look up at him. At first I kept my eyes down, embarrassed by my stumbling questioning about his feeling for me, men didn't like to talk about feelings everyone knew that. But I gave up and looked into his ocean blue eyes, I could drown in those eyes.

"Doctor Alice Cullen," he said in a clean voice. "I love you. I think I have done since we met."

I felt like my entire world melted into a steaming heap and exploded into an inferno all at the same time. A feeling of pure euphoria over took me and I couldn't quite keep my thoughts straight. Because I loved him too, I loved him with everything I had. I didn't understand what I was feeling until this moment. This is what love is.

I reached up on my tiptoes and pressed my mouth into his. His lips moved against mine at first with trepidation but then with force. I pulled away briefly, breathlessly to say, "I love you…so much more than I ever thought I could love anyone."

I gasped as he lifted me off the ground and spun me round, a grin stretching across his perfect face. The world was spinning in the same way my mind was, reeling for the recent revelation that I had fallen in love with someone, and he had fallen in love with me right back.

He stopped spinning but didn't put me down, instead he sat me on the kitchen work surface and leaned in again to kiss me. His hands were working there way down my back, sliding over my hips until he was softly caressing my inner thigh. My body was tingling as if every nerve in my body was switched on by his touch.

At some point my conscious thought turned off and was replaced with primal instinct. Lets just say his perfect apartment didn't stay that way for long.

The blue sofa was indeed as comfortable as it looked. Jaspers arms wrapped around me keeping me from falling off the edge and my head was buried in his chest. Both of us were completely naked, covered only by a light blanket to ward off the Seattle chill.

"You have a real eye for interior design," I said casually. "A very unusual trait in a young man."

He chuckled softly at my comment; I lifted my head from his chest to look up at him. "What's so funny?"

"Well…I didn't actually decorate the place. Rosalie went a bit mad when I moved away from her so she decided to use some of her pent up energy to make sure the place was to her standards."

"Speaking of Rosalie.." I said with trepidation. I wasn't sure of personal questions were quite on the table just yet but I'd started now so I might as well finish. "She seems so protective, so fiercely protective of you but she's mentioned that she wasn't with you for a long time and…well I know she's a match for a transplant but she isn't eligible." I looked away from his eyes and he didn't say anything for a few long seconds. "Of course you don't need to talk about it."

"No its okay," he said softly as he started to run his hand up and down my bare back. "She went to collage and made some stupid choices." He was avoiding eye contact, there was more to that story but I didn't want to push him. He wasn't really the type to open up much and besides that I got the impression it was a bit of a sore subject.

I decided to quickly change the topic, "Have you always wanted to build buildings?"

He met my eyes again and smiled, "Well I don't actually build them myself." I shot him a you-know-what-I-mean look and he continued. "I've always loved architecture, but no, I wanted to join the Army."

The thought of Jasper in the Army made my stomach tighten. "Do you wish you could have?"

"Sometimes," he sighed. "Some days I feel like it was what I was meant to do, but feeling like that just means the illness wins, so mostly I'm happy that I didn't enlist. I love my job, it gets me excited to dig my teeth into a new project. What about you? Always want to look after kidneys?" He winked down at me.

"Well when I was very young I wanted to be a famous fashion designer." I laughed. "But yeah, I've pretty much wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember. Nephrology was a decision I made late into med school, but I've never regretted it." Never regretted it less so than I did in this moment, this beautiful perfect day spent with a man I loved, a man I wouldn't have known existed without my job.

"I'm glad," he said simply. "Now I don't know about you but I'm starving!"

"Oh, is this then when I find out that you are also an award winning chef who can whip us up a five star meal with nothing but some pantry staple and an egg white?"

"Hhmm," he mused. "Well I could do that…or we could order in Chinese?" He moved underneath me before slowly standing.

"That sounds just as good," I smiled. "Oh but just be carful because it can…"

"Have a high salt and potassium content?" he interrupted me with a smirk. "Don't worry darlin', I'm all good."

"Where are you going?" I didn't want him to leave me; I wanted to stay naked under a blanket with him for ever and ever. Okay Alice now you sound like you're stuck in a weird pornographic fairy tale.

"Well, I don't want to be naked when the delivery guy gets here."

I watched him walk away, every part of him was perfect, all his scars made him him. Every inch of his body that my eyes drank in was getting me drunker and drunker. It was sad when he put on clothes, but he still looked just as delicious.

That night we ate Chinese food, watched some terrible TV shows and relentlessly made fun of them. Then we had lots and lots and lots and lots of sex. Life didn't get much better than a day like today.

The next morning was a different story.