I don't own it, I just play with it. Thanks Steph…

Awoken from sleep by a knock at my window, I sit up, turning toward the sound. I gasp at the sight before me as Jasper slides the pane effortlessly, climbing into the room. He stalks me silently, his scorching eyes on mine and my heart rate doubles, my breathing quickening toward hyperventilation. I can't control the waves of lust that overcome me, rolling across the ever tightening room to him as slowly, wordlessly, he crosses the small space.

Closing the distance between us, he leans down, hovering over me, and putting his arms on either side of me, hands on the bed, presses me back with his seductive power alone, never touching me. As I fall back, helpless under his spell, held hostage by his intensely seductive eyes, thought and reason are abandoned and the world disappears into a torrent of pure desire.

As he drinks in my beauty, hair spilled around me, lip between my teeth, eyes wide, chest heaving with breath, he lets out a low, rough, moan that I feel, more than hear. Leaning into me, he breathes me in, sighing against me and I whimper at his sweet breath as it swirls around me, intoxicating and light. Backing away slightly to take me in again, he smirks at my response to him and the sight is so gorgeous I nearly cum.

I want nothing more than to touch him, taste him, feel every inch of him as he buries himself deep inside of me, but I'm frozen, captivated, mesmerized by him. His eyes are black, burning, and I'm burning in them.

"Bella…" his voice is sex; lust and passion. His eyes still scorching into mine, I whimper at the desire pulsing from him. "I want you." And I come undone. His pure raw power pushes me over the edge and I cum for him and he watches me with an intense need that thrills through me, adding to the sensation and I call out his name in my passion and ecstasy.

"Jasper!"

Panting and covered by a sheen of sweat, I was awoken by a knock at my window. I sat up with a start, turning automatically toward the sound to see Jasper peering in at me looking sexier than I'd ever seen him. My heart dropped through the floor with an audible gasp the moment I saw him. His pale skin glowed in the faint moonlight with a brilliant luminosity that rivaled any diamond and his hair, dripping wet with rain, hung down into his beautiful eyes. His form fitting shirt, soaked through completely, clung to his perfect body, holding to every line and muscle.

I couldn't move or speak, could only stare at the God before me, and as the seconds ticked by, my breath coming deeper, my whole body tingling in response to him, I came to realize that the look of fire in my eyes was being echoed in his own. Jasper made no move to enter, but remained there, peering in from the dark night with blazing eyes.

Time stood still in that moment. It may have been an eternity, but slowly… slowly, reality began to creep in and I was able to see what was happening. A deep, shuddered breath filled my lungs as I willed myself to composure. Closing my eyes for a moment, I broke the deadly trance, forcing myself to speak. When I did, it came as the faintest whisper… butterfly wings in the breeze.

"Jasper." The sense of lust that had stolen my breath was replaced as I spoke his name by the sway of absolute love that overtook me, and again, I could only look at him intently, and he at me, for an endless time.

"Bella." He murmured. The sound on his lips was warm beaches and Arizona sunsets. Barely a whisper, it carried with it all the emotion of the moment on a blissful wave of devotion and wonderment. I couldn't think – not even to recognize my feelings as wrong. The surge of love within me was too powerful for thought to overcome.

Jasper traversed the window, every bit as smooth and graceful as the predator he was, crossing slowly over to the bed to hover above me. Every nerve in my body was a live wire and I wanted him, wanted all of him

"Bella." He murmured again, reaching out so slowly, so tentatively, to brush a stray lock of hair behind my ear with his gentle fingers. He watched me unceasingly for the longest time, his expression unfathomable. It was want mixed with desperate longing mingled with regret and maybe… shame? Just as I was close to placing his emotions, a wave of calm soothed me as he whispered softly "Sleep, Bella."

Morning came quickly, bringing with it the dream of Jasper. I laid awake in my bed, smiling at the ceiling and trying to decide whether last night had happened. Had last night happened? The whole thing had been amazing and I allowed myself to be carried away with the rapture of it. A buzzing next to me caught my attention, jerking me back from reality as my cell phone vibrated on the wood of the end table.

Snatching it up, I looked at the screen. It was Alice: You're helping me today. Be there in 15. With the simple text, the entire weight of the world came crashing down on me. Alice. What had I been thinking? How was it possible that I had forgotten Alice? Somehow when I was with Jasper, everything disappeared and we lived in a world all our own.

I had to figure out what to do about Jasper. I couldn't keep doing this. I wanted to be his friend – more than anything – but I couldn't keep crushing on Jasper. He belonged with Alice. Right now, I needed to get ready. The rest would have to wait. Alice would be here in fifteen minutes, and if I wasn't ready there would be hell to pay.

Grabbing my bag, I rushed to the bathroom, busying myself with my morning routine and pushing aside the problems that faced me. Throwing on some jeans and a tank top, I hurried downstairs, the pop tart reaching my hand just as the knock came at the door. I snatched up my purse as I ran to the door, and wrenched it open, literally slamming into Jasper.

"Jasper!" I gasped, righting myself and trying to ignore the electricity coursing over my skin and making its way deep down into my body as his hand steadied me by the arm. "Oh! God, I'm sorry Jasper, I-"

"Bella," came his smooth, heart stopping voice and the smirk that joined it was stunning "It's alright." Oh. My. God. I was speechless, dazzled, and there was no recovering. It was only a moment, but it seemed like forever before he lowered his eyes to release me. Absolutely composed, he offered his arm, a smile on his face. "Shall we?"

"Yes." I took his arm, grateful for the distraction, and we headed toward the car. Inside, Alice watched us patiently and as my swirl of emotion turned to guilt and shame, I attempted a smile, only half convincingly succeeding. Jasper opened the front door for me, handing me in before sliding himself gracefully into the back.

"What are we up to today?" I asked Alice as she sped down the empty road.

"We're cleaning out the closets!" She was her usual perky self. Could she not sense the electricity buzzing through the car? Even unable to see Jasper, I could still feel him.

"That's exciting?"

"It is! Do you know why?" I shook my head, studying her face for some clue. "Because we clean out the closets….." she continued, dragging out her words "to make room for new clothes!" Despite what I knew this meant…. More torture coming my way…. I still found myself caught up, drawn in by her excitement as she squealed and bounced in her seat. I truly loved my crazy, perky little pixie of a friend. "And do you know what that means???"

"Shopping?" There would be no getting out of it. If Alice wanted to shop there was no stopping her. At least it wouldn't be today.

"Shopping!" she squealed. She reached for the stereo, blasting some music I'd never heard before in a language I didn't know, singing each note flawlessly as she continued to the Cullen house. The moment she parked the car, my door was open, Jasper reaching for my hand. As I took it, I willed myself not to feel anything more than the polite gesture of a friend.

"Where is everyone?" I asked when we stepped inside, my voice echoing through the large empty room.

"Denali" she shrugged.

"Denali?" she nodded her reply, tugging me toward the stairs. "And you and Jasper are what? Babysitting me?"

"No!" she assured me "Of course not!" Great. They were babysitting me.

"Alice….. you're missing your vacation. You shouldn't have stayed behind for me. You should go."

"Bella," she scolded "we are NOT babysitting you. Now get upstairs." Resigned, I looked at my feet, beginning the trek. "Jasper!" I heard behind me "Where do you think you're going?"

"Outside." I turned to see him standing guiltily, hands in his pockets.

"Oh no you don't." she chided "you're helping."

"Alice…."

"Don't you Alice me. Get up there." Jasper sighed, giving me a put upon look before climbing the stairs. Rushing to my side, he slowed to a human pace to walk beside me, Alice joining, then passing us. Rushing ahead, always in a hurry, she led us to Rosalie's room and to her closet to begin our day of torture.

"Okay, let's get started." She ordered.

"What do I do?" I asked, fumbling uselessly, unsure of what to do and afraid to touch anything.

"Just get the old clothes and pack them in these boxes. We'll take them to the women's shelter." I looked around the splendidly decorated and perfectly organized closet at what appeared to be a wardrobe composed entirely of new clothes and stood frozen.

"Like this." She said, holding up a specimen. "This is last season. See?" I didn't. I turned to Jasper with a desperate expression, but he only shrugged. At least I wasn't alone in my cluelessness.

"What about this one?" he asked, picking up the gown nearest him and holding it up for her examination and approval.

"No, no, no!" she scolded. "This is brand new!" Shaking her head, she took the gown and hung it in its place on the rack.

"This?" I asked her, picking one from the opposite end of the closet nearer where she had pulled her selection from.

"Ugh! What am I going to do with you two?" she barked impatiently. "You're both clueless when it comes to female high fashion." I looked to Jasper, who was fighting a grin. That expression brought about a grin of my own and I struggled to suppress it before Alice returned her attention to me. "Why don't you two go work on Jasper's closet. I'll do Rose's."

"Sure, Alice." Jasper agreed, managing a sheepish expression before heading out of the closet. I followed his example and his lead, relief flowing through me as I left the land of ball gowns and designer fashion for the normalcy of the long hallway ahead of me.

Jasper and Alice's room was at the other end of the long hall and as we walked side by side, I felt calm and relaxed, watching the passing pictures with interest and admiring the artwork as I went. The room itself was sparsely decorated. Tastefully done in soothing shades of blue and brown, it was understated, calm, and nothing at all like I would have pictured Alice's room to be.

Taking a few steps into the room, I stopped to take it all in – the simply made bed, the shelves and shelves lined with old books, the black and white photographs of close up natural scenes and of the family. Turning, I looked at Jasper questioningly.

"She redid the whole thing a few months ago. I just came up here one day and it had gone from Princess Barbie to this" he moved his arm in a grand gesture, showcasing the room. "I'm not complaining."

"It's beautiful."

"You're here." He said proudly, motioning me to a picture near him. I stepped toward him to get a closer look. There, with the other family photos, was one of me. I truly was a member of the family to her. For once, I didn't grumble about there being a picture of me. I was touched by the gesture.

"Wow." I turned toward him to find him standing incredibly close, staring intently at me, watching my every move, and no doubt feeling my every emotion. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. I looked down, ashamed, and he stepped back.

"Sorry." He said softly. "I'm drawn to feelings like that… positive ones." He pondered for a moment, his expression almost sad before turning resolute. "Come on. I'll show you the closet." The mood turned businesslike as he began to assemble boxes to fill with clothes, and I was relieved to be in a closet that contained not a single gown.

"Where are Alice's clothes?" I asked curiously, brushing my fingers along the neat rows of men's shirts.

"She has her own closet… or, I should say closets." He chuckled and his smile took my breath away.

"Where do we start?"

"Good question." My eyes roamed the well organized clothes; the racks of hung shirts and pants, the shelves, the drawers. Still lost, I grabbed a dressy sweater that looked like it belonged nowhere near Jasper.

"What about this?" I asked, holding it up for his examination.

"It's new." He said, frowning slightly. "I've never worn it."

"Do you like it?"

"Honestly?" he asked, more unsure of himself than I'd seen him. "I can't stand it."

"So it should go." I said, decidedly, placing it into one of the boxes. He stared at me for a moment, looking guilty. "Jasper, if you don't like it, it should go."

"You're right. It should go."

"Okay, moving on…. What about this?" I held up another shirt that just was not Jasper.

"It's new."

"And?" he looked down for a moment, then up at the shirt, then at my face.

"And… I hate it."

"It goes?"

"It goes." He said, taking it from me and placing it into the box himself.

"See? This is easy." I told him, and the smile on his face held me stunned until he looked away. Excitedly, he grabbed one thing, then another, then another, placing them into the boxes. I watched with a quiet satisfaction as he began to come into his own. Jasper was beautiful. He should be himself. It was about time he did. "Why do you have all these anyway?" I asked, but I knew the answer before he uttered it.

"Alice." The morning passed peacefully as the two of us sorted through the department store that was his closet, and soon I found a treasure trove. In the back corner of the closet, were real clothes! Opening a drawer, I found his massive collection of very cool band tee's.

"Jasper!" I shouted across the small space "Look at all of these!" Stopping his sorting, he walked over to me and knelt down beside me where I sat on the floor.

"They're my band tee's. This is where I keep the stuff I can't wear without Alice getting on my case." He laughed, but there was sadness behind his words. "It's all my favorite stuff." I opened the next drawer and the next to find faded jeans, cool tee's… everything that should be on Jasper.

"Jasper, these clothes are you! You should wear them."

"Alice is always trying to get me to get rid of them." He shrugged.

"Don't you dare!" I chided "Wear them. They're what you like." He looked at me for a long time, a sort of thoughtful admiration on his face. "Jasper," I almost whispered "Just be who you are. Who you are… is beautiful."

"Bella" he whispered, his eyes not leaving mine, and he leaned closer to me, his face inches from mine. I sat frozen, wanting him, unable to move. "Bella, I…" as his words trailed off, I began to feel a rush of lust, of love, and such a longing for him that I thought it might crush me under its weight.

"Jasper" I whispered, unable to say more. I leaned closer to him. There was no resisting the strength of these feelings. The fight was over. I would kiss him. I wanted to. I needed to kiss him. He couldn't love me. It was impossible, but I didn't care. I would kiss him and he would know because I had no choice. Our lips moved closer, closer still, and then there was a shrill scream from the other end of the house that nearly broke my eardrums. Jasper and I jerked apart in an instant, both of us jumping to our feet.

I panicked, starting to run from the closet, worried for Alice and at the same time, feeling like an idiot for thinking I could kiss him and relieved that I was saved from my idiocy, but Jasper placed his hand on my arm. "No, no, no… wait." He cocked his head to the side, as if to listen for a moment. "Excitement?" A moment later, Alice rushed into the room.

"Yea!!!" Alice squealed, bounding into the closet practically bouncing off the walls. "Yea! Yea! Yea!!!"

"What has you so excited?" Jasper asked her, smiling as he took on her emotions; he didn't even bother to calm her.

"I finally get to tell you!!!" she screeched. I began to feel she might literally explode if she didn't get whatever it was out soon.

"Tell us what?"

"The thing I've been dying to tell someone since I saw it!"

"Well," I barked impatiently "what is it?" This was the mystery I'd been waiting to unravel for so long… the answer to my future… my life.

"Miss impatient." She huffed, crossing her arms and giving a pout. Instantly, her expression changed again to one of thrilled anticipation as she skipped over to us, taking both of our hands. "You two are in love!"

She was bouncing off the walls, squeezing our hands and shifting her eyes between us expectantly. Jasper and I stood frozen. I didn't look at him, but I could feel that he didn't move beside me. It must have been the oddest sight; Jasper and I standing like statues, a guilty look on my face, who knows what on his, and Alice beaming and bouncing like a fiend.

What did I do now? I couldn't deny it. I couldn't shout it from the rooftops. Surely he didn't love me – not like I loved him – and his wife was standing right in front of us. She didn't seem upset. What did that mean? It had to mean that nothing would come of my obsession with him. Didn't it?

I didn't know what to do, what to say, so I stood frozen. I wanted to run, or to see what was on Jasper's face, but I was afraid to look, so I stood frozen. I wanted to apologize to Alice… to beg her forgiveness and tell her I had tried not to love him, but I stood frozen. Jasper did the same. He didn't move, didn't speak, and I couldn't imagine what he could be thinking.

But wait. Alice had said that we were in love. She hadn't said I was in love with him, but that we were in love with each other. Could that mean… was it possible that Jasper loved me too? My head was swimming and I began to feel dizzy. It was only then I realized I had stopped breathing. I tried to regulate my breaths, though it did nothing to clear my head.

"O-kay… sooooo… anywho… I'm just going to go take the clothes to the shelter. I'll just…. See you two lovebirds later!" Alice backed her way out of the closet and out of the room. Lovebirds?

Well, it looks like the cat is out of the bag. Bella is stunned. Jasper is stunned. Alice is… happy? This story would have died long ago if not for the PMs that I STILL get every single day begging me to finish it. To all of those who have supported me, thank you so much. And special thanks to JaspersDestiny for recommending me so highly in her blog review. This one's for you… and the ones you sent to me.