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Chapter 11

Our relationship had taken off like a rocket in the past two weeks. Ever since that panther had tried to eat me, we had become more amorous than before. I couldn't be happier. In my mind, I sometimes thanked the dead cat.

Right now, Jasper was hugging me from behind. The temperature had to be in the high 90's. My blond-haired air conditioner was kissing my shoulder.

"Jasper, your tickling me." I giggled out. His lips were pressing against me lightly and his hair was acting like a feather. He let loose a low chuckle, sending vibrations through his lips.

"So, I love it when you laugh."

The charming vampire was grinning into my shoulder. Oh, He is just asking to be mauled. He knows I have little control when it comes to him. I spun out of his arms to face him.

"Why don't we go make sandcastles." I suggested grinning up at him. His glowing face mirrored mine in it's expression. Building sandcastles was fun and also gave me the excuse to get him into a pair of swimming trunks.

I'm sure he thought the same because he dashed away and 10 seconds later was wearing only his trunks. I smiled knowingly as I walked past him to go change in the cabin.

We had dressers for our clothes now. I don't know how he managed to make them. Personally, I thought he should make furniture for a living when we got back to civilization. I had no doubt we would someday make it back. No matter how long we would have to be stranded here.

When I went back outside, Jasper was already at our favorite spot to build sandcastles. I loved playing games and acting like little kids with him. It was a welcome change from my previous life of constant worry.

He was grinning up at me from his spot on the semi-wet sand. The blond vampire wasn't looking at my face, that's for sure.

"I didn't know I had eyes on my chest." I said, trying to sound bewildered.

His eyes shifted up to mine. The lustful look in his blue eyes almost made me forget what we were planning to do. I was barely able to control myself whenever he gave me those sultry looks.

I sat down across from him, only two feet away and began building a mediaeval castle made out of sand. Or at least we tried too. We both weren't particularly talented in the art of sand manipulation but at least we attempted it.

The clean up was more fun. We smashed the misshapen sand structures and washed the sand from our bodies. The washing was the high point of the whole thing and was the true reason we still tried to make sand castles.

All the sand on our bodies just gave us an excuse to make out. I felt like an actually teenager for once and not a 30 year adult trapped in a 18 year olds body. Jasper commented once that he hadn't ever acted like a normal teenage boy before getting stuck here.

We stopped when my stomach growled, Jasper was always amused when I forgot to eat. I was glad he didn't freak out on me about not paying enough attention to myself. Both Charlie and Edward had always admonished me for it.

It's not like I didn't eat I just didn't feel hunger that sharply. Before I just went by a schedule. There was no clock here, so I just went by whenever my stomach reminded me.

I was walking back to the beach after having a human minute when it happened. My clumsy nature reared it's ugly head and I tripped on a tree root. My hands and knees caught me from falling flat on my face.

"Ow" I hissed out in pain. My right palm had been sliced open from some rocks. When I stood up, I wiped the dirt off my knees and left hand. I didn't know what to do about the bleeding.

"Bella, Are you okay?" Jasper's spoke, voice sounding tense. Looking up from my bleeding hand, I saw him five feet away from me. He normally cornflower blue eyes had turned navy blue.

The self-control it took not to attack me was visible in the stiffness of his usually relaxed form. Amazingly, he was still breathing. Not enough to sustain a human but enough to talk for a vampire to talk.

"I tripped and fell on some rocks." I explained. I kept my palm facing me, I didn't want to make it harder on him. The sight of blood would just make his thirst react stronger.

"Come on." He said while grabbing my uninjured hand. He led me back to the beach, right up to the water.

I immediately stuck my right hand in the ocean. The water stung my palm as the dirt and bits of rock detached from my skin.

When I pulled my hand back from the water, Jasper hurried me into our cabin. He then dug into our first aid kit, setting out antiseptic and some gauze. When he turned back to me his eyes had lightened a little.

I sat down at the table and waited for him to start. I knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted to be the one to take care of my minor injury. The antiseptic hurt worse than actually getting the cuts but he was gentle while wrapping the gauze around my hand.

Truthfully, Jasper was going a little overboard with the gauze but I decided to not say anything. The gauze would probably make it so the cuts wouldn't reopen.

My thoughts and emotions were all over the place. I wanted to kiss him for being able to resist my blood. Even going so far to clean the actually wounds. On the other hand, I was cautious because I didn't want to cause Jasper any more pain. His thirst must be burning his throat by now.

"Jasper, go hunt." I stated firmly. I wanted him to be my Jasper again. This one was too on the edge. He face twisted into look that clearly said he didn't want to leave.

"It's okay, I'll be fine."

Five seconds later, He was gone, running in the direction of the ocean. I caught a glimpse of his bare back as he started to strip off his clothes before the door slammed shut. I was so proud of him.