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K: Okay so look an update of sorts. Sorry. I know you all are chompin at the bit for MTF or DB and we promise we're working on it. Real life just hates us. But I'm not going to waste your time by going into details here. So here's a blurb I wrote thanks to listening to Anna Nalik's "Breath (2 am)" and the witfit prompt for April 18th. Enjoy

No beta to thank, well besides Robs but I don't think she was looking at my errors as reading this. LOL

"Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?" he asked, the hurt in his voice just as clear at the betrayal written all over his face.

"I'm sorry Jazz, I really am." I find myself apologizing to him again.

"Don't... It's your body, you decision. Was it..." he stops himself from finishing the question.

"No," I answer softly. Would it make things different if it were? I ask myself.

I slowly move my gaze up from my hands to look at him. Lean, fit, and beautiful, is the only way I can describe the man before me. He looks up, his caramel colored eyes meet mine and I feel my heart break. He's obviously processed what this all means but can't bring it upon himself to point it out.

"How long?" he asks. He wants to be sure. I don't blame him really.

"A little over eighteen weeks."

"That's what? Four months?"

I can't help the smile that creeps across my lips. "Three and a half," I correct him.

"Oh." He looks down at his lap with a heavy sigh. "We've only know each other for two." He finally says after what seemed like years of silence.

"Yeah."

"Who?" I know what he's asking. The shame of the truth starts to seep into my conscience as I feel the warmth of my tears begin to fall down my cheek. He deserves an answer. It's the least I could do for him. I was just afraid as to what the truth would do to the possibility of us.

"You wouldn't know him," I finally say.

"That's not what I asked!" he snapped.

I felt my eyebrow raise at his tone. He'd never so much as raise his voice at anyone while I was around. Rather than letting him know that it affected me, I take a deep breath, running the flat of my hands along my legs.

"James Williams," I tell him.

"Your ex? The one you only dated for two weeks?"

"Yeah." Hearing him say that out loud makes me feel worse and the tears fall faster. I could only imagine what he thought of me now. Not only did I sleep with someone within two weeks of knowing them, but that someone was married and expecting a child with her.

"Hey," Jasper said softly. He takes my hand in his and as his fingers interlock with mine, I get that feeling of warmth and security that I can only get from his touch. A feeling so foreign to me that it scares me, but at the same time I crave it. "Don't cry baby."

I lean into him, my head against his shoulder. "You don't hate me?" His laugh threw me off my game so I moved my head to look up at him. "What's so funny?"

"You," he said simply.

"Me? Explique."

"Why would you even think that I hate you? It's your body and your decision. I just wish you would have told me so that I could have been there for you. You shouldn't have had to do that alone."

If it were at all possible, I think I feel in love with him right then. He seemed to have have a special power of knowing what to say and when to say it to ease anyone's fears.

"You don't think I'm a whore? Or a home wrecker?" I asked timidly.

He leaned down, kissing me firmly on the lips before pulling away slightly. I could feel the warmth of his breath as it fanned across my face. "I would never consider you those things, no matter how much you convince yourself of it."

I smiled up at him, the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders. "I... Thank you," I said lamely. I'm so screwed.

End note: So there you go. I'm (K) planning on working on more witfits just to get something for you guys to read until Robs and I can get a day to write again.

Also "Explique" is apparently Portuguese for Explain all though it sounds and looks more French to me *shrugs* I blame Google lol. But this Alice… she's part Portuguese ;-)