A/N: So I am sorry for the long delay, but here is a very much overdue update. Even if it is lacking in the length department...

1st POV in this && the next chapter.

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Chapter Three: A Dream

Clothes are forgotten, strewn across the bedroom floor.

The body above me is hovering, not fully touching. The warmth is enticing and I can feel it everywhere and nowhere all at once. My body is aching with need, so I will my arms to move forward, to pull the body close to me and end my misery, but they will not move. It is as if they are attached to the bed itself.

And just as I feel like I can put up with no more, the body lowers and I feel myself engulfed in a flame.

Fingers began to glide across my body; leaving hot trails akin to molten lava in their wake. I arched my back as the fingers climbed up my chest and around my sides.

Gasping as the fingers seemed to slide lower; my unneeded breathing speeding up as air seemed to become a necessity. The digits soon brushed through a patch of my dark curls and made an agonizingly slow path lower.

The fire burning within was soon unbearable, and just as the fingers were about to enter my body, I looked up. My gaze was met with a piercing brown…

I nearly screamed at the heat coursing through my body.

My eyes quickly opened, rising me from the semi-conscious state I was in. The whole idea was crazy, really, having a dream for the first time in many long years; a dream about something unobtainable.

A dream about Bella.

I ran a frustrated hand through my spiky locks and turned slightly to see Jasper still 'sleeping.' He was holding my hand now, as if he sensed my discomfort, but his concentration was deep enough that he wasn't woken up by my erratic movements.

Sigh. Oh, whoops.

I turned to look at Jasper; one golden eye was gazing at me softly. Mumble.

That could be translated to: something wrong?

I shook my head and squeezed his hand in response. He grunted and closed his eye, quickly going back to 'sleep.'

I find it fascinating, though however unlikely it is, I could probably be abducted or be fighting with someone and Jasper would not make a single move. Yet the quaintest sound he would rise as if he were awake the entire time.

I glanced at the clock at our bedside and read the blaring numbers: 1:53 am.

Barely able to contain my frustrated sigh, I ran my hand through my hair again.

This was going to be a long night.

A/N: Okay, so I'm sorry for the long wait, and the EXTREMELY short chapter, but I couldn't get anything out so I just put out what I had.

Anyways, I'm in the midst of writing the 4th chapter. I hope you guys will still stick around! Drop a review if you have the time, or not. But thanks for reading!

-naomi