Twilight Imagines

39. Collar Bone (Jasper Hale)

(Published March 21, 2025) 

   A sharp, cold wind blasted through my warm room and rustled the paperwork in front of me.  I jumped in surprise, using my hands to hold down the papers before turning to glance over my shoulder.  Just as I had expected, Jasper was standing just inside of my window.  What I hadn't expected was for him to be shirtless and wearing an expression that looked as if he was about to murder someone.  

   Getting to my feet, I tamped down the alarmed emotions running through me and tried to stay calm.  The last thing he needed was to feel my emotions getting worked up when his were already this intense.  

   "Hey," I greeted softly.  

   Before I had even gotten the word out, he was standing in front of me and gently cupping my face in his hands.  I took a startled breath before meeting his golden eyes that were staring into my own.  

   "Are you alright?" He whispered.  

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  What's up?" I quietly inquired.  

   His thumb softly ran over my cheek and a hint of relief snuck into his eyes.  "Just some trouble from vampires passing through.  Nothing we can't handle, but one of them that got away was a tracker.  I wasn't sure if he had caught your scent on me or not." 

   "I haven't seen anyone or heard any strange noises, so I'm okay," I promised him with a smile.  

   He nodded, breathing out a small sigh.  He wasn't ready to step away yet, though, and I didn't want him to.  I gently grasped his wrist as he continued to hold my face ever so carefully in his hands.  It was terribly hard to keep my eyes on his face, though.  His shirtless chest was less than six inches from me, and it was startlingly well sculpted.  My hands wanted nothing more than to explore the marble skin, but I knew better than to push him when he was already on edge.  Still, my traitorous heart sped up a little as these thoughts passed through my mind, causing him to give me a questioning look.  

   "Was there a terrible brawl?" I asked him to try and get my mind off of his beautiful body.  

   His mouth quirked up on one side.  "Oddly enough, there was." 

   "They stole your shirt," I teased.  

   He glanced down at himself and I swear that if he could, he'd be blushing.  "Sorry, I didn't think about it.  I was too focused on getting to you." 

   "Hey, you don't hear me complaining." 

   Now my cheeks heated up in a blush.  His thumb brushed over the warm skin, crazily cold in contrast.  He returned his gaze to mine, searching my eyes for something.  I gazed back, perfectly content with staring into those honey colored irises.  Finally, he blinked and took a step back.  I reached out and grabbed his hand as he tried to retreat, not ready for him to leave yet.  

   "Do you have to leave?" I asked, not wanting to keep him from his family if they needed help but also selfishly wanting him to stay because I knew when he returned that he'd be wearing a shirt again.  

   He shook his head.  "No, the fight is over.  But I should go." 

   "Why?" 

   "Because I'm distracting you." 

   "Eh," I waved my free hand at the desk behind me as if wishing it away.  "It can wait.  I haven't seen you in hours." 

   "You're getting addicted to me," He warned with a half smile.  

   "Maybe," I allowed, stepping closer to him with a grin on my own lips.  "But you love me anyway." 

   He gave a soft sigh.  "More than should be possible."