"If I didn't despise you so much, I may find you attractive, Hale."
II twilight i II
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The kiss, if you could even call it that, lasted less than ten seconds. Jasper was so struck by my haste that his cool hands pulled my wrists away too quick for me to process the intense wave of embarrassment that was surely making itself visible on my cheeks. My eyes were wide with a mix of shame and horror as the blonde boy stood before me processed what had happened. "Oh my god," I started, "I'm so sorry."
Jasper had a confused look on his face; a mix of being startled while trying to comprehend his own feelings as well as mine. It was deathly quiet and my heart hammered in my ears, my stomach felt like it was going to fall through the floor. His silence concerned me , and I backed away like i'd been stung.
Resting against a tree, I swallowed my pride and began, "Jasper, I really didn't think I was going to," but his cold lips connecting with mine cut me off. The smooth caress of his hands against my cheeks was enough to send me into what I could only presume was cardiac arrest. My head slammed into the trunk of the tree, but the marble smoothness of Jasper's lips against mine made all pain, and all general feeling, go away. I was completely unaware of anything but him. He was all I could feel.
He pulled away first, and I found myself yearning for the connection of our lips again. He was addictive. He had the signature smirk on his face, laced with something one could describe as content. He looked happy, in his eyes. That was the first time I'd seen him like that since I'd known him.
I could feel a ridiculous grin working its way across my face.
"You've been holding out on me, Hale." I said , confidently placing my hand in his by our sides. He silently interlocked our fingers.
"Well," he started, his voice perfectly smug, "I was under the assumption you despised my very existence, let alone returned my feelings."
It was quiet for a moment, and an unspoken tension set over the two of us. I had an inkling that simply revealing his feelings for me wasn't the only thing Jasper wanted to show me. He was nervous again, I could see it in the way he set his jaw firmly.
Bella and I , over the last weekend, had communicated theories; aliens? No. Witches? Maybe. Members of a cult? Probably not. But what Bella seemed to be stuck on, and what was rubbing off on me, was an old legend amongst the Quileute Tribe.
Cold ones.
It seemed logical, potentially. Abnormally pale skin, strange eyes. The Cullens came out in the sun, so maybe turning to ash wasn't on the cards. My suspicion was swayed by Bella's persistence that it was Edward Cullen who saved us from getting crushed by Tyler's van that day, that he had crushed the door with his bare hands.
All I needed to do was ask. Or be told.
At that point, I didn't know which one would make me more nervous.
I was already half convinced, but confirmation from Jasper was what I wanted, needed, to make sure Bella hadn't suffered from delusions since the accident, and that she hadn't wrapped me up in those delusions too. Jasper let go of my hand and turned his back on me.
