Life ✶ Jasper Hale

✶Sixteen: Inquisitions And Complications

✧Svetlana✧

As my eyes flutter open Thursday morning, my room is basking in a grey light that is spilling in from outside. Jazz is already watching me while I blink several time, attempting to clear my vision. The main emotion shining within his aura is yellow—happiness.

"Mornin', sleep well?" He asks in a low purr, a beautiful smile on his lips.

"I did," I answer tiredly. "Did you have a good night not sleeping?" I wonder while sitting up and stretching out my back; popping sounds filling the room as I do.

I love it when I wake up and stretch and something cracks. Makes me feel like a glo-stick

"Watching you sleep is a new favorite past time of mine," Jazz informs during the time I slip out of my comfortable and onto my feet.

Before I can speak, the tranquility atmosphere in the room is shattered as Bash bursts through my door. When he locates Jasper on my bed, his mood changes from sleepy to angry almost instantly.

"The fuck is going on here?" My twin demands, his narrowed eyes land on me.

"Jazz spent the night." He opens his mouth but I continue, "Nothing happened, Bash, so breathe before you turn purple. We just slept...well, I slept."

"Because that makes me feel so much better," Bash growls, his displeasure clear as he glares at my boyfriend. "Who know what–"

"Oh, just calm down, brother. You're acting like you just found out I slept with the football team," I remark with a sigh, annoyed by his overprotective behavior. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed. Without an audience." I give him a pointed look.

Bash crosses his arms over his chest, not moving an inch. "I'll leave when he does," he jerks his chin in Jasper's direction.

Suddenly, Jazz appears beside me and leans downward to press a kiss to my forehead. The brush of his icy lips carries the familiar electric burn of the sparks across my flesh, spreading downward in a rush to the rest of my body. It elicits a soft gasp from me and my boyfriend chuckles quietly as he leans back to meet my gaze—his eyes full of awareness.

"I'll be back to pick you up with my brother," Jazz makes know and then vanishes completely.

I blink in surprise for a moment, still not entirely used to his vamp-speed. Honestly, it's going to take a few days to get used to, unlike the weeks it took when Bash had his blinding speed present itself. But in that case, my twin used his to be an annoying little shit and gave me several heart attacks for his own enjoyment.

The awkward tension in the room grabs ahold of my attention, and I look over at my brother again. His discomfort is clear in both his expression and aura.

"Look, nothing happened, we only kisse–"

"No," Bash is swift to interrupt, shaking his head, "do not finish that sentence! I don't want to know." His hands fly up and clamp over his ears in an exaggerated manner. "Never finish that sentence."

Rolling my eyes, I walk past him and into my closet while a snarky question pops out of my mouth, "You're a little dramatic this morning, aren't you?" I select dark-grey jeggings and strapless pleather dress before picking out some black boots that reach mid-calf. When walking out to lay out my clothes, Bash is watching me carefully. "What?"