Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

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Where the Lines Overlap

All We Know

~~ Edward ~~

Adore

I've never been much into sex...

When I reached puberty, all the normal stuff that happens to every boy and girl at this stage of life occurred to me, of course. I had the body discoveries period, the awkward growth spurt phase, the mood swings time and I was caught, for sure, by the curiosity about the other gender as well. I went through it all, like a normal teenager. And as a normal teenager, I was also curious about the fuss around the dating thing. And that was pretty much the reason why I had my first girlfriend.

Kate. The beautiful ginger girl who was my classmate in ninth grade.

Every boy was into her…

I wasn't.

Of course, I thought she was pretty, I had eyes, I could see. But to be truthful, her beauty didn't do much for me. Not hers, and not any other for that matter. I wasn't into any girl. I was more into my piano lessons and hanging out with Jazz than into drooling over tits and lips full of gloss. But dating was something all my friends and colleagues and people my age were doing or thinking about and trying to do, and like every other fourteen-year-old teenager I didn't want to be the outsider. So when one of the hotties of the whole school came onto me, I simply went with the flow. I wasn't that much interested but I had the opportunity so I grabbed at it.

Kissing was nice. Holding hands, hugging, and spending time together seemed kind of silly and pointless to me, but bearable. Making out was interesting at first, but every time she tried to touch me I felt out of place and somewhat self-conscious.

I thought that at some point something was going to change and I would feel more excited, but different from mostly all my friends, I never got thrilled with the fact that I had a girlfriend. I just went through the motions and did what was expected from me.

So I dated her. I kissed her every time she wanted. I tried to seem as enthusiastic about making out as she always was. I even touched her in all the right places in all the right ways I'd learned that were effective to turn on a girl and to make them cum.

I made her cum a lot. And she wasn't selfish, she pulled all the stops to make me cum too. It just wasn't easy, but we managed. It was good to have an orgasm, but it wasn't the greatest thing in the world like everybody said. It just didn't justify all the trouble. I considered it more the relieving ending of a laborious journey that every couple seemed to have to go through when dating than a gratifying reward from the sharing of intimacy.

I just didn't get it.

So when Kate came up with her request, two months after we'd started dating, I was kinda hesitant. I wasn't sure I wanted to have sex, to go through the real thing, when just the foreplay seemed so tiring. But after she insisted, and Emmet and Jake that were no longer virgins advised me and convinced me that intercourse was the icing on the cake, I gave in and agreed.

It was horrible. By far the worst experience of my life. It was messy, exhausting, shameful, and kinda gross. I couldn't even cum. By then I didn't really understand why, but Kate's body, although perfect, kinda repulsed me. It was just too soft, too fragile, too tiny. It just didn't work.

And believe me. I tried. I tried eight more times after the first. During the following month that we spent as a couple, every weekend we tried to make the sex work. I think somehow it did for her, she would always end up satisfied. But I had a hard time remaining aroused, and finishing it was a matter I took into my own hands, literally. I don't have to say that I gave up and broke up with her as soon as I mustered up the courage two days after our eighth attempt.

And then, for some time, four months or so, I tested my interest in the opposite gender. I hooked up with all the girls that flirted with me. I didn't flirt with any of them, I didn't have to do much for them to come to me, but as they were within reach, signaling effusively their interest, I would always grab them and pin them against a wall and kiss them senseless.

It was pretty much it, though. A kiss or two, and sometimes, with some of them, I would make out lightly if the place was convenient. But It was much more for their pleasure than mine. I basically felt the same, mostly bored, sometimes self-conscious, and always a little uncomfortable.

I insisted, nevertheless. I was trying to find something I didn't really know what it was and I was trying to understand how I worked sexually and emotionally, so I had to keep doing it and keep testing myself until something happened.

And it kinda did five months after my breaking up with Kate.

I met Angela at one of our bonfire parties.

She had just moved to Olympia with her family and she was different from any of the other girls I had ever hooked up with.

For starters, she ignored me completely from the moment she arrived at the beach. This alone caught my attention. I wasn't used to being ignored by girls, they were always all over me. And yes, I admit it wounded my ego, although by that time I didn't understand that.

Second, she was tall, almost as tall as Jasper, and her physique was strong and well-built, which weirdly gave me the impression she wasn't as fragile as most girls. I wasn't sure of the reason, but it made me intrigued. So I approached her.

She was the one and only female I had ever approached. And she wasn't easy to get, I must add. I spent the whole night talking to her, amazed by the fact that she was very clever and had a sense of humor, something very rare when it came to the girls from Olympia. We only kissed once, when I walked her to her friend's car by the end of the party, and she was fierce, and dominant, which threw me off guard.

The next day I was at her house asking her to be my girlfriend.

I thought I had found what I was looking for. I assumed that, all along, it was just a matter of finding a girl who was my type, which I assumed she was, and for two whole weeks I was completely satisfied.

I had great company, a smart, funny, and outgoing person who had a strong personality and was determined and secure. Making out with her was good, she would always take the lead and establish total control over me. And I simply loved it. I had more orgasms with her in those two weeks than I had ever had before with Kate, the other girls, or by myself.

So it was understandable that I thought I was in love with her, right?

Because I did. I believed she was the right girl, that I would be with her for a long time, that she would be enough for me.

But then, two things happened…

Jasper's blunt jealousy… and sex.

The former worked somewhat like a wake-up call. It dawned on me that I was pushing him aside, something I wouldn't have tolerated if he did to me. He was my best friend, the most important person in my life, and I couldn't have him angry at me, I couldn't jeopardize our friendship for something frivolous like a girl.

Yeah, I thought she was important, I thought she was special, but not even Angela could be more special than Jazz… So I tried to balance my time between them both, which consequently threw Ang off. She was constantly jealous and pressuring me for more alone time, while my best friend was trying hard to keep me by his side as long as he could. So I started to feel divided.

Meanwhile, I found out sex with Ang wasn't that much different from what I had experienced with Kate. It was nicer, I think 'cause I liked her, I wouldn't have any problems getting aroused or keeping my hard-on, especially when she was in the mood for rough sex, but it almost always took too long for me to cum and I would lose my patience and get tired and then I would simply give up after Ang climaxed. It was okay by me, pleasuring her and ignoring my urges. Basically 'cause I didn't care much about it, for me sex wasn't something that great.

So for three months, I was able to put up with all that. Jazz and I were okay. Ang and I were okay.

However, everything started to wear me out, bit by bit. The veiled rivalry between Jazz and Ang was driving me crazy, I felt like they were trying to split me in two, and I understood that soon enough I would have to choose. The need to perform sexually with a certain frequency also started to stress me. Being with my girlfriend wasn't that good anymore, 'cause she would always want to fuck. I began to feel exhausted and frustrated. I was unhappy.

So one evening Ang called me telling me her parents were out of town and she wanted me to spend the night. I wasn't thrilled with the perspective of a sleepless night having sex, but she was my girlfriend, and I felt kinda compelled to go. There was a catch, though. Since my parents wouldn't let me simply sleep at her house, I needed an excuse.

So I called Jazz and asked him to cover for me.

Of course, he said he would do it, but there was something wrong with the way he agreed, his voice was odd when he spoke only the necessary, and he seemed disappointed. It made my stomach contract weirdly and an awkward fear that I couldn't explain took me.

I rode my bike to his house instead of going straight to Ang's. We talked briefly and he seemed fine but, when I was about to leave he said something that changed everything.

"So maybe I see you tomorrow?"

I looked at him and shrugged.

"Sure."

He sighed and his whole stance screamed defeat.

"I guess I just have to get used to this, right?"

"Get used to what?" I frowned.

"Not being your priority anymore." His voice was somewhat hesitant. "It's okay, though. I get it." He shrugged as if it was nothing, but his eyes were glossy and he looked a little despondent. "G'night, E."

And with that, he got into his house and left me there, with the sensation I was doing something really wrong.

The feeling and his words consumed me while I was going to Angela's house, while we were making out, while we were having sex. Once more I was feeling totally out of place, a little lost, and very uncomfortable. Long after my girlfriend fell asleep I was still awake mulling over what my best friend had said and how he'd looked.

That morning I broke up with Angela.

I wouldn't be truthful if I said it was all because of the sex thing. For sure it had a great influence on my decision but… it all just wasn't worth it. I would never maintain something in my life that would hurt Jasper. So, mainly, he was the reason I did it.

The next couple of weeks I took a break from being a hormone-driven teenager. I needed to breathe, and I needed to reconnect with my best friend. And we did. And everything was fine again for a whole five months.

At some point, I went back to hooking up, basically 'cause I felt I was supposed to. But I kept things light and I would never go further than kissing, which was the only thing I felt comfortable doing. I figured maybe it was too soon in my life to be a sexually active boy. I needed some time.

Then, exactly three months before my sixteenth birthday, Alice Brandon kissed Jasper out of the blue in the school cafeteria and they started dating, right then and there.

That was the moment everything began to change. At first, I had no idea I had those feelings for Jazz, but three months and five days later I was totally aware of them, and all the trouble I'd faced when I was with Kate and Angela started to make some sense.

From then on, every time I was with a girl it was just a farce. I had to keep things normal so nobody, especially Jasper, would find out the truth. I put up a front and hooked up a lot, just to keep up appearances, but I didn't have sex or even make out with anyone again.

After all, I've never been much into sex…

That is… Until the morning after Jasper and I became boyfriends.

Everything started softly, lightly…

But when he kissed me that way, passionately, eagerly, I realized that I finally would, very very soon, be really into sex.

Jasper set my whole body on fire that day. I felt something I had never felt… I was inflamed.

I had never been so excited to the point of wanting… needing to do something about it urgently. The making out alone was the best sexual experience I'd had till then. Just the feel of his body weight on me made me yearn for an orgasm like I had never before.

Two days later I was practically attacking him.

He was hesitant, I would even say a little embarrassed, while I was completely out of my mind. I wanted to touch him everywhere, kiss him forever, taste him, make him feel as good as I was feeling.

I wanted to have him.

I knew it was too soon, and there was also the fact that neither of us knew well how sex between us would work yet, and of course I was totally willing to wait and let things flow naturally but, fuck! For the very first time in my life I wanted to have sex. I wanted to be connected to him that way, our bodies together, merging, becoming one. I really wanted that, I knew that with him it would be mind-blowing like everybody said. With him, it would be everything I spent a long time expecting it to be.

I smile at the thought.

My eyes are set on the stars above us, I'm carding my fingers through Jasper's hair. I'm lying down on our blankets, he's lying down next to me, attached to my side, his head on my chest and his left arm around my waist.

I sigh contently.

It's Sunday, and we're finally alone. We're in our spot, in the clearing. We spent the day here, talking, messing around, swimming, laughing, being ourselves, compensating for yesterday and the lack of privacy we had to deal with.

He's just agreed to spend the night with me here. I just told him everything that happened on the night of his birthday, I just told him about our very first kiss.

We're happy. We're in love.

I'm still baffled that Jazz loves me as I love him. I still cannot believe how long it took for me to get here, at this very moment when I am utterly sure of who I am, of who I love, of what I like and want, the moment that my prince is mine and wants me as much as I want him.

"E..?" His voice is whispered, and he doesn't move an inch from my chest.

"Huh?"

He sighs and, I don't really know how, but I can tell he's smiling.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep." His tone confirms that he has one of his devilish smirks stretching his lips.

"I'm very much awake." I whisper back, incapable of keeping the intensity I feel from saturating my words.

Jay folds his arm under his chin and props himself up on it. He looks at me with clear curiosity glinting in his dazzling green eyes.

"What's in your head?"

His question is light and simple. He's content as like I am.

"You." I answer as simply as he asked me and smile.

He smiles back, a sweet innocent smile that reminds me how young we both are and how new all of this is.

"Why did you want us to stay here?"

I laugh lightly at that, 'cause I'm pretty sure he knows and only wants me to admit it. He wants a confirmation for the suspicion I can identify in his gaze, that's filled with intentions, I may add.

"Do you remember what you told me Friday night, in your backyard?"

"I told you many things…"

I release a brief laugh in a puff of air and accept his subtle defiance.

Slowly I hold his face between my hands and pull him to me. Then, enticingly, I whisper, trying to reproduce the mischievousness with which he said that to me two days prior.

"I wanna make out."

Jasper's breath hitches, and he pulls away just a little to look into my eyes. What he sees in them is probably what I'm feeling, that's basically a mixture of love and lust. He doesn't say anything. He knows he doesn't have to. He simply leans to me and captures my lips in his, initiating the kiss.

I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do, but I have to take it slow or I'll scare him off like the first time. I don't want him scared, 'cause I plan on making him feel good tonight.

So I let him lead. For now.

He moves and then hovers over my body, his hands splayed on the ground by the sides of my head, his knees on the sides of each of my thighs. He's kissing me so intensely that I can't breathe, but I don't mind it at all, I just want him to get closer.

I don't pull him to me this time, though. I wait. I'll wait till he makes his move, till he shows me he's starting to lose control, till I have the perfect opportunity to pin him down and dominate the situation.

Because this is what he does to me. He makes me want to take control, something I've never sought before with any of the girls I made out with. He drives me crazy, he elicits a side of me that I didn't know existed. And I'm so eager to find out more about this different persona that resides in me…

The kiss heats up. It's deeper now, and I can feel Jasper's want in the way he's swirling his tongue with mine eagerly. It's almost as if he wants to eat me up, he's voracious.

I go with the flow. It's not like I'm disliking his urgency. I'm actually loving it.

But then Jazz releases my mouth roughly. I look at him a little dazed.

"Take off your shirt." He demands with a husky voice that I've never heard before and that immediately incites a wave of goosebumps all over my body.

I comply gladly. And it's not too long before his mouth is attached to my left nipple, his tongue flicking around it a couple of times before he bites it softly.

"Oh my fucking God!" I pant.

The sensation is exhilarating. My skin feels hot, my heart is thundering…

I moan loudly, shuddering under him, as he repeats the movement. My cock is so hard right now that I'm almost reaching down and opening my zipper.

God! I've never felt this aroused in my whole life! I want him so much it hurts physically.

His hands are on my waist, kneading my skin and pressing my body down. I'm panting like crazy… and his tongue doesn't stop torturing me. He leaves a trail of wet open-mouth kisses until he reaches the other nipple and starts lapping at it.

I'm the one losing control. Fast.

I open my eyes, not really knowing exactly when I've closed them, and raise my head just a little to look at him. The sight of his pink tongue darting and sliding around and over the sensitive tip is erotic and it spurs me on.

I grab his hips forcefully, plaster being damned and all, and pull him to me swiftly. As our groins come in contact he releases my nipple and groans loudly.

"Fuck, Edward!" He moans a little softer as he grinds his bulge tentatively against mine. I gasp quietly. "You get me all worked up so easily…"

My hips buck up spontaneously, my body urging for more pressure on my aching hard-on. Jasper's erection meets mine forcefully and we both hum.

I fist his hair and bring him to me, our mouths clashing and fitting violently.

Our tongues are now wrestling, we're thrusting against each other, I can feel his heart beating strongly in his chest, each thump reverberating against mine, mirroring perfectly how my heart is hammering inside me.

We keep kissing and humping and grabbing and moaning, I can't really tell for how long, I completely lose track of time... all I know is that I'm craving more, and he is too.

He grasps my shoulders and sinks his fingers in my skin before he tears us apart abruptly.

"I'm losing my mind…" He heaves a sigh while looking at me as if I was eatable. "I want you… so, so bad..."

That's it, the opportunity I was waiting for. He got exactly where I wanted him to be, nearly losing it, and he's distracted…

I turn us over before he can even see me coming. He gasps, surprised.

"You have no idea what you do to me…" I reply with a tone I don't really recognize, and I see his eyes getting a bit darker, but I don't dwell on this. I kiss him.

My hands are on his face, holding him in place so I can deepen the kiss as much as I want. I plunge my tongue into his hot mouth and brush it against his until we're fighting for dominance. He bests me, 'cause I get a little distracted by his hands lightly squeezing my butt, and soon he has my tongue between his lush lips and he's sucking on it fervently.

I moan in his mouth and push my hips down. The friction it causes is not only welcomed but also pretty intense since he has me settled between his hips and our erections are in full contact, and it elicits a muffled groan from him.

His lower lip is trapped between my teeth. I suck it lightly before I bite it softly. Then I release it and kiss my way to his jaw. He's breathing heavily, he's groping my ass harder now, pulling me down while his hips buck up against me. I release a long moan as I dip my head down to kiss his neck…

His scent is intoxicating, I feel like I'm drunk or something…

I want to taste him, to reacquaint with the flavor and texture of his skin… I can't help myself.

I lick his neck slowly until I reach his pulse point, hearing him gasping for air, and then I attach my lips to it, sucking the skin into my mouth, reminding myself to be careful not to break it.

I want to mark him, but it won't be easy to explain a hickey to his parents since he doesn't have a girlfriend. And it's not like he can disclose he has a boyfriend, so… I refrain before I give in to the primal instinct.

I migrate to his collarbone, biting it softly and earning another long moan from him. His hands move to my hips, his fingers sneaking a little under the waistband of my shorts and sliding timidly just above the elastic of my boxers.

We grind against each other roughly, his thighs suddenly coming to surround my hips.

I need to feel him, this is not enough, he's fully clothed under me and I need more contact.

So I release his neck unwillingly, fist the hem of his shirt with my right hand, and raise myself a little to look at him.

"Jay, too many clothes…" I pant while shaking my head. "Take it all off."

He kinda freezes, and I realize what I just asked.

Okay Edward, maybe you should act just a little more smoothly…

"A-all of it?" He stutters a little as he whispers.

I take a deep breath, trying to tone down my excitement, and I peck his lips softly.

"I need to feel your skin, love…" I explain while controlling my voice not to sound as intense as I feel. "But it's okay if you don't…"

His fingers are over my lips in a blink.

"I want to." He assures me before I can try to open my mouth and finish what I am saying, and I sense, by his confident tone, that he means it. "I'm just a little…"

"Embarrassed?" I offer as he frees my lips.

"Nervous."

I kiss him lightly and briefly, trying to soothe him.

"We're not doing anything you don't want to, I promise. We can stop right now if this is what you…"

"I just want to make you feel as good as I feel, E…" He hurries to clarify. "If we keep this up, I know it won't be long before I…" He interrupts himself, blushing and sighing heavily while his eyes roam unfocused.

Soon he seems to pull himself together, and as he looks into my eyes I can see why he's fretting.

I smile.

"I'm right where you are, Jazz…" My voice is a little huskier now, 'cause I can tell we're doing this. "And believe me, I'll follow you…"

His smile in response to my assurance is sweet, and this is all I need to get back on track.

Jasper plants his feet on the ground and sits up. I move along with him and sit on my heels. He raises his arms to me and, as soon as I free his body from his shirt his hands are on the fly of my shorts, opening it with trembling fingers.

I briefly stand up once the fabric is pooling around my knees, kicking it away as fast as I can and sitting back down between his open legs in only my boxers.

His eyes are glued to my groin, and I get a little self-conscious due to the unmistakable erection tenting my underwear.

As he heaves a breath and tries to reach his fly, I grab his hand and wait until he looks at me.

"Only if you're comfortable with it." I assure him.

He nods before he resumes what he is doing, and I hold back a satisfied smile.

We're practically naked, having only thin fabric between us. I know this is a little overwhelming to him, and it is to me too, we've only been together for five days, and neither of us has been with another boy before.

It feels right to me, though, and I'm not hesitant. But I can't assume he's as certain about this as I am, so I need to be as careful as I can.

The breath that he releases when he lies down is shaky, and I feel that I have to be in control even more, to pace things smoothly, so he won't freak out.

I lean over him and capture his lips softly, pouring as much love as I feel into the kiss. We kiss slowly for a while, but soon he's starting to writhe under me, his hips bucking up languidly while my fingers grasp his hair a little more forcefully and the swirling of our tongues becomes more urgent.

His hands, which were resting on the small of my back, slide to the top of my butt over the boxers and knead the flesh. I pant in his mouth and thrust against him, earning a moan that makes us break the kiss.

We look at each other, and as I dive into his ocean-green eyes, things heat up, and soon we're humping each other again.

I can see he's fighting to keep his eyes open, he's battling with himself to remain focused on me and not to give in and allow his frail control to escape him. I'm doing that too, because I want this to last as long as possible…

"Damn it." He moans. "You feel so good, babe…" I just nod, hoping he understands that I feel the same way about him. I can't find my voice right now. "I'm already so close…"

I bite my lip at that, 'cause my orgasm is also building up fast.

"Don't do that." He growls just before he grabs my neck roughly and pulls me to him.

I wish I could touch him, but I'm scared I'll throw him off. It's all too soon to have full unlimited contact. I have to be patient, I know this is probably all he can handle right now.

So I concentrate on making him feel good, and on making the most of this.

As Jay crosses his ankles behind me and presses his heels on each of my ass cheeks, forcing me to trap him under my body even more, I deepen the kiss and start thrusting against him in earnest. He's gripping my forearms now, grinding back against me as hard as it can get and kissing me back avidly.

I'm not gonna last. My heart is beating out of my chest, my toes are curling, and I can feel the waves gathering toward my center…

I fist his hair and hold his head in place before I break the kiss not so subtly.

"Love…" I am practically pleading. "I-I need you to…" I'm panting so hard that it's difficult to get the sentence out at once. "I need you to let it go… I can't… hold off for long…"

"So don't." He pants heavily. "I need you with me."

Suddenly our eyes are locked and the energy between us peaks. It's like we're bare wires causing a powerful charge of electricity when touching just before exploding…

I see his pupils dilating at the exact moment his mouth forms a perfect "O", and then it's too late for me.

My body starts to shake together with his as the first waves of climax begin to take me.

Jay moans my name breathlessly and I lose myself to the strongest orgasm I've had in my whole life so far. My body is spasming, as is his, but our gazes never divert from each other's, and even under the haze of the ecstasy I see clearly the love and surrender in his eyes…

And that's when everything falls into place, and it finally makes perfect sense.

I get what's so mind-blowing about intimacy, what is supposed to be the essence, the motive, the trigger, the mean, and the end of all this…

We connect.

That's what sex is all about… and that's why I was never able to have this experience fully with anybody else.

I knew it before… I've known it my whole life, even before I realized I loved him, and now it's forged in my mind, heart, and soul, impossible to erase.

Jasper is the one. We connect perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

His hands slide from my arms to my face and he pulls me to him.

"I love you." He murmurs in my mouth before our lips touch tenderly, despite the powerful bliss we're still riding while our bodies writhe together.

And then, little by little, we calm down, coming back from the high, hearts beating steadily, breathing becoming regular again, bodies settling heavily.

I worry if I'm not crushing him under me, but he seems comfortable with his legs and arms around me. His fingers are tracing circles idly on my back, my hands are entangled with his hair and I'm massaging his scalp lightly.

There's silence… potent, meaningful silence.

We're assimilating what we just did, we're pulling ourselves together from the multitude of emotions originated by another defining moment… we're bracing ourselves for what we've just opened a door to.

"That was…" I hear his muffled voice and feel his soft smile on my shoulder, where his lips have been since we broke the last kiss. "I can't even start to describe…"

I prop myself on my elbows, that I place on each side of his head, and look at him. His eyes are glowing and elation is written all over his face. It makes me smile profusely, taken by the matching delight I'm feeling, but also by the joy of knowing I was the one who put that look on his perfect features.

"That was the best and the strongest orgasm I've ever had in my entire life." I confess bluntly, ignoring the telltale mess inside my boxers.

"Ever?" He is surprised, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his gaze.

"Ever." I reaffirm as I nod. "Remember I used to tell you that sex was overrated?" He nods at that, and the glint in his eyes is curious. "I just wasn't with the right person." I shrugged.

Jasper's smile is brilliant, and he brings his hands to my face once again.

"You have me excited with just your kiss and your body weighing on me…" He sighs. "I knew it would be intense, but I wasn't expecting this intense. I've never cum so hard with just grinding and humping. You manipulate my body with so little, my blood rushes all over it when you touch me… I…" He squeezes his eyes shut for a brief moment, exhaling heavily, then opens them and looks at me with such intensity I feel a subtle shiver throughout my body. "I can't imagine how the real thing will feel…"

"So you didn't feel… uncomfortable…" I just want to make sure he's okay.

He chuckles.

"Far from it, babe." He replies.

I chuckle a little too, a bit relieved.

"I think we should take a dip. There's a sticky mess inside my underwear, and I guess you have the same problem." He adds.

We laugh together at that, lightly and joyfully, and I catch myself feeling kinda accomplished.

I stand up first and extend my right hand to him. He takes it and I pull him up, causing our chests to clash.

A memory comes up in my mind, and as he smiles knowingly I realize he too remembers a very similar moment that happened at his birthday party, right here near the lake.

"Now I can keep you…" I murmur after I hold him to me by his waist.

"And I'm glad you can." He replies in an enticing whisper, his eyes on my lips.

"We should clean ourselves."

"Yeah, we should."

But neither of us moves, the energy still there somehow, pulsing between us and slowly involving us again.

Jasper knows me too well, though. And his care for me bests his lust.

"We should really go now. The water must be cold and the longer we take to do this, the longer it will take to clean up the mess, to get you outta the water, and to warm you up."

He's so cute worrying about me and my stupid temperature sensitivity.

"Okay." I accept.

He takes my hand in his and pulls me with him into the lake. We do a quick job of cleaning up and then we run back to the blankets, wrapping ourselves in towels and dressing as fast as we can. We laugh all the while, and my heart feels swollen in my chest.

Soon we're lying down again, holding each other silently, our eyes on the starry sky above us.

"You're the most important person in my life…" Jasper murmurs, breaking the silence. "I really love you."

I smile and close my eyes.

"You're the most important person in my life, too… and I love you more."

We settle down in each other's arms after that, as content as two boys completely and madly in love can be.

And that's simply perfect. And I don't need anything else.

I have him.

I'm complete.