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Chapter 15 The secret is out Part 2
Jasper POV
Whoever the caller was, it must have been someone unknown, otherwise Peter wouldn't have answered with his, uh, our surname.
"Peter … it's me, Bella." I could have sworn my dead heart jumped in my chest, just hearing the voice of my angel. But I could tell right away that something was off. She sounded upset, and a little anxious. Before Peter could answer, I snatched the phone out of his hand, tenaciously ignoring his chuckle.
"Bella, darlin', what's wrong?" I demanded at once, trying not to sound too harshly, but unfortunately not succeeding completely. I was really worried.
Did Laurent … no she wouldn't be able to call me, if he had …
"They know … I don't know how … but they know …" She managed to get out, between taking jagged breaths. She wasn't crying, but from what I could tell pretty close to having a full blown panic attack. What the hell has happened over there?
"Bella, sweetheart, please you have to calm down. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened." I requested with more sensitivity then before. Although my curiosity was starting to get the better of me with each passing second, I knew that it wouldn't do me any good to push forcefully for any information.
Bella took in a few deep breaths before she answered my question. Her voice was barely above a whisper. She probably didn't want our conversation to be overheard by her father. Thanks to my vampire hearing the low volume didn't matter. "Sam Uley came by to speak to me." She began, her voice more steady than before. I listened with interest, but the name didn't ring a bell.
"He is Quileute." She said, and then she went silent. I was stunned speechless. Of course, I knew the Quileute, or I should say that I knew of them, since I've never had the privilege to meet one of them in person. The treaty between them and the Cullens had been established before I had joined the coven along with Alice. When we'd returned to Forks a little over two years ago (though it had been my first time coming to this place) we've been under the impression that the wolves were extinct, or at least that was what Carlisle always believed. With no vampires around this place there was no need for these kinds of protectors for the human race. Carlisle and Edward had met with the tribal elders on neutral territory shortly after our arrival, and they'd established the fact that they were all human. But despite that fact, we still abided by the guideline according to the treaty, which included keeping our distance from Quileute land, and they were forbidden to reveal our secret to the humans. Apparently things have changed.
"He is a werewolf." Bella added carefully, almost reluctantly. Sharing this small but significant piece of information was totally redundant at this point, because I already figured as much.
Werewolves … just what we've needed … more trouble …
Mine wasn't the only growl filling the room. Peter and Charlotte had had their own little encounter with these creatures a couple of years ago, down in South America. Because these creatures were our only natural enemies, we tried to avoid contact with them any way possible. Oddly, in all my years of being a vampire I'd never come across any of those creatures myself. Texas had always been ruled by our kind, and from what I knew it still was … maybe not as forcefully but it didn't change the fact.
Leave it to Bella to draw in another dangerous supernatural creature …
Too many questions popped up. Did he change in front of her? Or did he just tell her the truth? I doubted that possibility because the Quileute kept their true nature a secret as much as our kind did. How did they know each other in the first place? Was she in even more danger now?
"Jasper?" Bella asked tentatively, pulling me out of my reverie.
"He didn't he hurt you, did he?" I had to ask, though I guessed she would have told me that already, if that has been indeed the case. Or I hoped that she would have done so, knowing how she tended to keep such vital information to herself, in order to spare others from misery or pain.
"No, of course he did not." She answered, sounding slightly miffed, but I couldn't care less in the moment. "We've just talked." She elaborated.
"Okay," I conceded despite my qualms. I didn't want to fight with her, not over the phone anyway. Not when I wasn't able to control the situation with my gift … that was. "I'll come over … then you can tell me everything in person."
"That might be better." She whispered even lower than before.
"Your father?" I assumed.
"Yeah." She sniggered. I was relieved to hear that cheerful sound. It meant she was over the first shock, beginning to deal with the new reality of what she'd just learned about this Sam guy. "I'll leave the window open for you." She added quickly, and then without another word she hung up.
I exhaled loudly. This woman was beginning to drive me insane … in more ways than one. What was it about her that made her so appealing to creatures like us or them? It was almost like she had a bull's eye on her chest, unintentionally making herself an easy target.
First Edward, than James, and me … and now a werewolf … not to mention the other complications like the van incident … I groaned internally.
"She is quite the danger magnet, isn't she?" Peter echoed my thoughts.
I chuckled darkly. "She certainly is. But what's even worse than that is that she doesn't seem to be disturbed by that fact whatsoever. I think she doesn't realize the danger we and any other mystical creature represent." I shook my head in exasperation.
"Well so far she's been lucky. Meeting nice guys like us." Peter joked, but I could sense that he shared my concern to some extent. Unfortunately, I doubted that I would be able to make her see reason, trying to convince her that werewolves were much more unpredictable than vampires, especially young werewolves. Her sense of self-preservation was near to non-existent when it came to all things supernatural. Blind trust would get her killed sooner rather than later, and I couldn't let this happen. Keeping her safe was a full time job, in this I seemed to agree with Edward, much to my dislike. But I would handle this situation with more finesse than he has done in the past. I knew if I pushed her too far or I limited her choices, I would drive a wedge between us. I had no intention to make her angry with me over something like this. But nevertheless, I needed her to understand that despite her mental strength, she certainly was no match to any of us physically. She wanted to be treated like an equal, but she truly wasn't. Not fully, not yet anyway.
Charlotte walked slowly over to me, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Try to take it easy on her, Jasper. I guess she won't respond very well to you telling her what to do. Am I right?" I nodded, grinning. I was quite surprised how well Charlotte seemed to know Bella only after one day. "Talk to her. Let her explain her point of view, before you share yours. She might be a little stubborn but she is not stupid."
"I will heed your advice." I concurred in earnest, though I was not sure if I would be successful. Calling Bella stubborn was an understatement in my opinion. She was quite persistent when it came to her believes, that much I'd realized the first time I'd the opportunity to meet her in person, the first time she'd came here to meet the entire Cullen family. Though I kind of respected and admired her strong will and endless amount of trust she seemed to possess, I knew that in this case she didn't know what she was up against. And what made it worse I shared this certain character trait of hers, which would make it rather difficult to find a common ground on this particular matter without turning this into a fight. How she was even capable of keeping her sanity in all this was beyond me. Bella was truly a unique specimen of the human race.
From what I've already figured out so far the wolves seemed only to be aware of my presence, which was probably a good thing all things considered. If this Sam had any knowledge of Peter and Charlotte, he might have done more than just seeking confirmation by talking to Bella. Suddenly I remembered the weird stench I'd picked up yesterday around her house. They must have kept an eye on her for quite some time, which made me wonder if today wasn't the first time Laurent had come here.
Maybe he had been sneaking around the area for days … good thing we came here …
At this point my military training fully kicked in. I knew it was time to act. I picked up Rose's letter and stashed it back into my back pocket. In vampire speed I rushed upstairs to my study to retrieve the cell phone and charger she'd left for me from my desk. Now I had one more reason to call my sister, considering she was more familiar with the Quileutes than me. Moments later I was back in the living room. Peter and Charlotte were sitting on the couch at this point, looking expectantly at me, like they were awaiting further orders.
"I'll head over to Bella's now, and will stay there all night. Hopefully she has some more information, and of course I intent to tell her about the other problem." I announced. Both of them nodded in agreement. "And do me a favor. Stay here in the house, until I know what this thing with the wolves is about. The treaty doesn't involve you guys." I advised, although it was actually more an order than a recommendation.
"Aye, aye, Captain." Peter fake saluted at me.
"That's still Major for you." I growled playfully, earning me a chuckle from both of my friends. I was more than ready to leave at this point, but I had one more thing to say. I turned around to face Peter and Charlotte once more.
"Just so you know, this thing you've told me before … about Bella and I being soul mates … and you hiding the truth about it from me … it isn't over and done yet, as far as I'm concerned." I reminded them sternly. Charlotte actually felt a little guilty, but Peter was unimpressed by my threat or my advice … as usual.
"Of course, whatever you say, Major." He replied, smirking. "We'll be here tomorrow. Now go, take care of your woman." His cool behavior was really annoying, but I knew that now was not the time to put him in his place, so I just rolled my eyes at him, and turned my back on them. A second later I was out of the door … on my way to return to my angel. To the place where I belonged. My home.
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Bella POV
As it turned out I'd hung up the phone just in time. A moment later I could hear Charlie making his way up the stairs. Even though I've tried to speak as quietly as possible (I was grateful for the sensitive vampire ears for once), I wasn't quite sure if I'd actually succeeded to keep the phone call a secret from my father. He was a cop after all.
And then there was a gentle knock on the door. "Come in, Dad." I invited him at once, leaning casually against the headboard of my bed, with a book in my lap, nothing out of the ordinary that would make him suspicious.
Charlie pushed the door ajar, only poking his head in. "I just wanted to say goodnight again." He said, sounding not overly convincing, but I didn't let him know that I could see right through his ruse. I just smiled at him benignly.
"Goodnight, Dad." I said, yawning falsely. I was anything but tired, but I knew that my father had to believe that I was. It was still pretty early … around nine thirty, but since Charlie had to work a double shift the next day, at least he needed to go to bed this early. This fact only worked into my favor. I knew Jasper would be back soon; hopefully my dad would be fast asleep by then.
Well, if not … Jasper would be able to help him out there … sometimes his peculiar gift comes in handy … I smiled at that thought.
Charlie nodded his head curtly. "I'll see you tomorrow then … around dinner time." He said, closing the door again. I listened to his retreating footsteps, as he made his way to the bathroom. I let out a breath of relieve. My father was not stupid, he probably knew something was up, but he'd never force any information out of me, which was only one reason why I loved him so much. His concern of me falling back into that black hole of depression was still there, of this I was certain, although he has seen how much my mental state had improved even before today.
But it's probably his prerogative … being a parent and all …
I felt terrible keeping things from him, but then again I wasn't ready to tell him that one of the Cullens was back in town, and most of all that I had no problem with that fact whatsoever. I knew my father wouldn't understand my reaction, not after witnessing my complete mental breakdown after the Cullen's sudden departure five months ago. And I could hardly tell him the truth about the reason behind their departure and Jasper's involvement in it. He wouldn't believe me anyway, who would? I would probably only end up in a padded cell … for finally losing it.
But besides keeping his true nature and his return to Forks a secret I truly had no idea how I could even begin to explain to my father that I'd fallen for Jasper. Not only was he known to be Edward's brother and with it happing so fast, only after a day, I could imagine what people might think when the word got out.
She can't have the one brother … so she moves on to the next … typical rebound behavior …
And I still had my own problems wrapping my head around this myself … which was part of the reason why I wasn't quite ready to share this news with anyone. Oddly, I had no problem that Peter and Charlotte had noticed that something was going on between us, but maybe because it seemed to me that they didn't mind. Quite the contrary actually … which was a relief.
This was happening fast, I knew that. But it felt so right, which made it that much more confusing. The things I felt when I was with Jasper were so strong, almost overwhelmingly strong to tell the truth. It had been a long time since I've felt so alive … and happy. Come to think of it, I'd never known this kind of happiness in my entire life. Not even when I was with Edward. This whole situation was truly weird, to say the least. And I was simply amazed that Jasper did reciprocate my feelings, not only because he'd told me so, but because I could see it in his eyes and feel it as well.
Lying as an empath must be difficult. I mused, although I knew perfectly well that he could manipulate the emotional climate around him. But something told me that I could trust him to never do that to me, not unless I'd give him permission to influence me this way. He would never lie to me. So, maybe this was supposed to be, like fate … who knows … which would bring up a whole lot of new questions …
Then I heard the water in the bathroom shut off, and my father retreating to his own bedroom.
Good.
I didn't know how much time I had left before Jasper would make his reappearance, but I really needed a shower. Not that I felt dirty or something, but I knew it would help me calm down some, thus helping me to sort out my many feelings and thoughts. After unlocking my window to keep up my promise, I pulled my bag of toiletries out of the still unpacked back bag and quietly made my way into the bathroom. I quickly got rid of my clothes, and stepped into the shower.
The hot water did what I'd hoped it would. I immediately felt more relaxed, the heat was unknotting the tense muscles in my back. Maybe sleeping on Jasper's couch last night wasn't such a good idea after all, though I certainly didn't regret sleeping in Jasper's arms. I rather hoped for a repeat performance.
More than one, if it is up to me. I smiled impishly.
Just then I became aware of Jasper's presence, and I acknowledged that that fact could have something to do why I felt more at ease all of the sudden. I didn't hear a noise, of course, with him moving like a ghost, stealthy in order to keep his presence a secret from my father, but I was sure he was close by, maybe even already in the house. The knowledge of the blond, drop-dead-gorgeous vampire waiting for me in the other room made me feel very nervous again… but in a good way. I smiled in anticipation, but continued to wash my body and hair thoroughly, since I was in no real hurry. Knowing he was close was enough … for the moment.
As much as I wanted to just throw myself back into his arms, I knew that he didn't come here to make out with me again … or at least this wasn't the foremost reason for his return tonight. I'd barely told him anything about my encounter with Sam Uley over the phone, but his reaction to the word 'werewolf' hadn't gone unnoticed by me. His growl had been hard to miss, and accompanied by the ones of his fellow vampire friends menacing at best. I shuddered at the memory.
This kind of reaction shouldn't be such a big surprise. I could understand that they wouldn't be able to become friends, not when they were enemies by nature. There was only thing I hoped for … that Jasper wouldn't try to tell me that I should keep my distance from Jake and his friends, just because he didn't like werewolves. I was pretty sure Edward would have behaved this way … always the protector, the superior in our relationship. I'd promised myself that I won't go there ever again. This time I would fight.
Things used to be so different when I had been with Edward. Despite his repeated reassurance of his love I have always been able to sense something else coming from him, an underlying feeling of unwillingness to take things further … and not only in the sexual department. The way he'd detested the idea of me becoming like him should have been the first warning sign. But I'd trusted him, because I'd loved him with all my heart. And then he'd said all those horrific things in the woods … and suddenly everything had made sense. I could slap myself now that I'd ever believed anything that had come out of his mouth. His promise that he'd never hurt me, that he'd loved me … it was all a lie. Thank goodness the realization of that fact didn't upset me that much anymore not like it used to. I was truly making progress.
The interesting point was that even after only one day I could tell that Jasper was nothing like Edward. And I knew that it wasn't solely because of his gift, which made him very sensitive to other people's feelings, but it still was a significant aspect, I guessed.
Is it just me or is the fact that I am comparing my former boyfriend with my current one a little weird? If that's what Jasper is to me now … well I cannot help myself and I guess it is normal for a human girl my age … I shrugged, rinsing out the shampoo.
Jasper and I already had a strong connection after this short time, this much I knew. But I was wondering why I was able to sense Jasper in the first place, since I had never been able to do something like that with Edward or any of the others. As far as I knew this ability was a vampiric trade, not a human one. But nevertheless, I couldn't deny that I liked this new sensation, because it made me feel giddy with joy for one … and free from worry for another.
But the more I thought about it, the clearer the truth became to me. My every response and feeling towards Jasper was different from what I've experienced with Edward. There were actually many things that set them apart. Apart from the obvious difference in hair color and style, Jasper was definitely a few inches taller than Edward, and from what I could tell without having seen either one of them naked (much to my disappointment), Jasper's body was more defined, more muscular. I liked it … a lot.
I could still remember the taste of him, how could I forget. His taste was as unique as his scent. It reminded me of cinnamon and something earthy … totally intoxicating and definitely more manly … not as sickly sweet as Edward's scent. I couldn't hold back a giggle at that realization. How did I ever find Edward's scent appealing? Jasper's eyes were also more captivating than Edward's ever had been. To be honest, his entire essence called to me. It was already pretty hard to keep my hands of him as it was. The way Jasper made me feel, while we were kissing or snuggling, was simply amazing. I liked the physical part of this new relationship a lot, of course, but since I was pretty much inexperienced with the whole sex stuff, the rate we were progressing in this matter was making me feel a little anxious. What if I couldn't live up to his expectations? Knowing that he'd lived at least for a hundred years implied that he had a lot of experience in that matter. Logically, I should probably be grateful for that fact, but as it was … logic went right of the window when feelings were involved. Should or could I talk with him about my qualms? I guessed he would be open to that kind of conversation … definitely more cooperative than Edward ever has been. Not that I was interested in him sharing any details of his experiences with me in words … god forbid … but I needed him to understand my fears on the matter. And from what I could tell from our earlier endeavors he was very interested to take things further. I flashbacked to this afternoon … our mouths almost clued together, tongues discovering the other one's mouth, hands traveling over our still covered bodies …
Arghhh … Keep it together … Jasper is in the other room … I reminded myself, hopefully shutting down my emotions just in time before he was able to catch onto the change in my emotional mood. Thinking about Jasper's body certainly had an effect on me, but right now I didn't want him to know that … especially with my mind still busy with other things …
Of course it wasn't just the dissimilarities in looks that set them apart from each other. Sure to a human eye they both were beautiful, otherworldly beautiful, along with the rest of their kind. But I wasn't petty like Jessica or Lauren who were attracted only by good looks of them. To be honest, I didn't give a damn about their appearances, even though it was the first thing that had caught my eye. I rather wished they wouldn't look like gods. But instead of the familiar feeling of inadequacy, I simply felt happy and loved in Jasper's presence … like I belonged by his side. He was like my true home, making me feel welcomed, and worthy. And this fact was more important to me than anything else, considering that I'd never felt this way with Edward.
But even in the little time I've spent around Jasper the last two days, I have been able to notice more significant differences between him and Edward. I didn't know how many years older Jasper was … physically and literally … but I could already tell that Jasper had experienced much more in his life than Edward. I could see that in his eyes. Whatever the secret about his past was, I assumed that it had something to do with his alleged struggle to abstain human blood. I wondered if someone else had ever noticed how much pain and sorrow was hidden beneath those beautiful golden eyes of his. I had seen similar signs in Peter's and Charlotte's red eyes, which kinda made sense, since they apparently shared the same experiences. I really wanted to hear about his past, not only because I was curious, and didn't like secrets in general, but because I knew that it would be an important step forward … for him … for me … for us. I might not have a lot of experience in this whole relationship business, but I strongly believed that any relationship … whether it was just a simply friendship or a romantic relationship … could only work if both parties were honest and open with each other.
No secrets in the house of love …
But I knew he was scared to tell me about his past, scared about my reaction I figured. And anything able to scare a vampire couldn't be good news for a human. But whatever it was, how horrible or tragic, I would do my best to show my support and understanding. And anyway, I fell in love with the person he had become, the person he was now, which of course didn't mean that I'd dismiss anything he would tell me about his past, because I could tell that he still struggled with the aftermath of it to some extent. I could tell he was not proud of his past, so I assumed it was definitely something more, something worse than Edward's little era of teenage rebellion. I had been able to show sympathy towards him, so I would do the same for Jasper. I hoped he knew that.
At last the hot water ran out, and I knew it was time to leave the bathroom. But as soon as I stepped out of the shower, reaching for my towel, I was faced with a problem. I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with me, when I had come in here. Since I didn't want to put on my old clothes, I had no other choice. I wrapped the towel around my body. Thankfully it was large enough to cover most of my body. Then I finally left the bathroom and tiptoed back into my room.
Jasper sat on my bed, casually leaning back at the headboard like I'd done a couple of minutes ago, just with my pillow in his lap instead of a book. On a quick glance he surely looked like the picture of ease. But once our eyes met, I had to take that back. He looked more like the bad boy image a mother would warn her daughter about. Sexy, dangerous, and ready to pounce.
Oh, boy I'm in trouble …
Jasper POV
Of course it didn't take me long to get back to Bella's house. Luckily, I managed to come across a deer on my way. Though I wasn't quite thirsty, I knew that it would help calm down my nerves some. I quickly took it down, and since my table manners were somewhat better than Emmett's I was able to drain the large animal without leaving a spot on my shirt. I quickly disposed off the empty carcass and then continued on my path.
The closer I came the more intensified the stench of the werewolves got.
Nasty, reeking creatures …if the humans were able to smell that shit, they would keep their distance as well … I chuckled at the mere improbability of this thought. Sometimes I envied the humans for their lesser developed senses and their lack of knowledge about the true evil in this world. Ignorance is bliss … sometimes …
I stopped at the edge of the woods behind Bella's house, surveying the area, just in case. But then again with them knowing I was in the neighborhood, the wolves would probably stay away from Bella and her house from now on. And since I had no reason to leave her alone … trouble or no trouble … they won't have any reason to be back any time soon.
To my knowledge the wolves couldn't have been back longer than two years, which meant they were still young, and thereby unpredictable, a trade of character they were known for in general. They acted on pure instinct, which was why they were definitely no good company for a human, especially one that associated herself with vampires. If it were up to me, Bella would do best to keep her distance from La Push all together.
Making this suggestion will be interesting … I grinned, but at the same time I was anxious to see her reaction. I knew I had to be sneaky about this, or I would drive her away. Unfortunately, she was more challenging with me, than she has ever been with Edward. She has no idea who she's dealing with … Edward is relatively harmless for a vampire … but me … not so much … or at least I'd used to be …
There was light in Bella's room, but I could also hear the water running in the bathroom. I knew without any visual confirmation that it was Bella in there. Her father was almost asleep in his room. I reached out to him with my gift, sending him strong waves of lethargy, thus helping him along. This kind of act was prudent for my return into the house. Not that he could sense me or hear my entrance, but it would be helpful nevertheless with him deep asleep.
I quickly climbed up the tree near Bella's window. I smiled, when I realized that she has kept her promise. The window wasn't shut tied as usual, but left ajar … for me. I pushed it open with one foot and swung myself into her room. The room was still the same as I'd left it an hour ago. I shut the window without making any noise, keeping the cold outside, the warmth and her delicious scent inside. I took in a deep breath.
God, I love her scent … I can't believe I've ever been able to live without this … I groaned, not loud enough for her to hear. But at this point it wasn't necessary to announce my presence by sound. I could tell from her emotional state that she was already aware that I was here. I plopped myself on her bed, leaning my back against the headboard. I hoped that I didn't have to wait too long for her return.
While I was waiting, I kept myself entertained by monitoring Bella's emotions, which was almost like channel surfing on TV. One emotion was quickly replaced by another … sadness … humor … happiness … doubt … faith … trust … thoughtfulness … hope … clarity … hate … love … lust … all in all an rich buffet of variety for an empath. I'd never come across someone who was able to go through so many different emotions in such a short time. But what really made this feast enjoyable for someone like me, was the intensity and purity of her emotions. There was never something deceitful about her intensions or emotions.
The last one of her emotions caught my attention in particular. I was already wound up tight, horny as hell to be honest. And how could I not be, with her scent assaulting my senses. And the mental picture of her naked in the shower just in the next room wasn't helping. For one fleeting moment I thought about joining her, but I knew that this wasn't the right time, and even if it was, Bella wasn't ready to take that step … not yet anyway. Even though the shower was definitely a great place to have sex, especially for a vampire, it wouldn't be my first choice to take her virginity.
First time on a bed … than I'll show her how much fun we can have elsewhere … the shower is definitely on the top of my list …
I gripped Bella's pillow, burrowing my head in it, in order to stifle the moan I was unable to hold back. Not a great idea as it turned out, because the pillow was drenched with her scent too, in more concentrated form to boot. I inhaled deeply nevertheless, and my jeans became even tighter. I groaned. Shit …
Getting rid of a hard on wasn't an easy task for a vampire as it was for a human, and since jerking off was clearly out of the question, I would have to will it away. I snorted at that thought. I placed the pillow over my crotch, just in case Bella would make her appearance prematurely.
Come on try it … Think of something else … anything that gets your mind of sex … sex with Bella … eating human food … endless shopping spree with Alice … Emmett naked … That finally did it. I felt my erection die away, slowly but surely. I exhaled.
At this time I realized something has changed. Just moments ago I was pretty much drowning in a sea of emotions, but now … there was nothing … just a void. I could still sense her in the next room, could still hear her heartbeat, which was slightly accelerated, but I couldn't get a read on her emotional state anymore. I assumed that she'd deliberately shut herself off again. God, I hated when she was doing that. The last emotion I'd been able to pick up had been embarrassment.
Okay … it kinda makes sense all things considered … I reasoned, but I still didn't like it. It felt like she was keeping secrets from me. Look who's talking … you are not exactly forthcoming either …
I sat with the pillow still in my lap, thinking about how I could tell Bella about my past, the horror I've lived through and inflicted on countless numbers of humans and vampires alike. Sure, I knew that Bella was probably the most forgiving person I've ever come across. But could she still love me after hearing about my previous life? I wouldn't begrudge her if she couldn't … but it would definitely break my heart.
A few minutes later I heard Bella turning off the water. I still couldn't pick up anything that would tell what kinda mood she was in, I only heard her sigh, which could mean anything from annoyance to happiness. I hoped it was the latter.
The door opened slowly and Bella stepped in. I took in a sharp breath, almost hissing. She was only wearing a towel … if you could call a towel a piece of cloth. What the fuck was she thinking walking in here dressed like this? That sight of my angel nearly naked wasn't helping at all; it had me wavering in my resolve. I needed to tell myself again that I didn't come here to make out with her … well not to begin with. She smiled at me, a little timidly though, but still lovingly. Although I couldn't see my own face, I was pretty sure my answering smile looked more like a grimace than a smile. I had a hard time to keep my position, especially when the scent of her arousal hit me full force.
First business then pleasure! I told myself sternly, though my dick had clearly a mind of its own.
"Hi." She said softly, closing the door behind her, but keeping her position at the door.
"Hi." I replied lamely. We looked at each other for a few silent moments, both unsure what to do or say next. The sexual tension was palpable, even though she was still hiding her feelings from me, and it was very distracting.
"Hmm … I think I need to change." She said, shifting her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. I could see that she was starting to freeze.
I felt a little naughty … well a lot actually.
"Go ahead." I replied with a smirk, waving my hand, signaling her to proceed.
A/N Well, what do you think?