Jasper's voice was like waiting for rain during a drought. You got excited when the clouds went grey, hoping the sky would open and quench your thirst. Even a cool breeze felt like a tease. Every time Jasper opened his mouth it was the same one sing...
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He wasn't like Finn at all. He was warm, and kind, strong and gentle. They where complete opposites and first I had hoped with everything in me they didn't share the Father. But now, It didn't matter. I would still love Jasper the same. Him not growing up with the Rangers was miracle. He's a far better man than the both of them.
He didn't need to know about what I had discovered not until I was sure. But even then Jasper had already made it clear, he didn't want to know who his Father was. Maybe it's for the best.
My eyes flutter open greeted by the sunlight passing through the curtains only adding to my pounding headache. I groan rolling over in a bed I didn't even remember falling asleep in.
Despite my pounding head I sat up looking around in confusion as Jasper entered the room to busy in a frantic to notice his muscles back muscles flexed as he slide back on his shirt.
I clenched on to the blankets pulling them closer to my half naked body a wave of insecurity flushing over.
" You're up." He says without even having to look back at me. Finally he turns with a sloppy bed head that only made him more adorable. His fingers worked as he buttoned his shirt from the night before.
"Unless I'm not. And this some dream." I looked down at my hands holding the comforter up on my chest. " Or a nightmare." I mumbled a few memorizes flashing from the night before.
" I slept on the couch." He clarified confronting any thoughts I may of had.
" So we didn't...." I was like a child, the word sex wasn't quite ready to leave my tongue because I felt like if I had said it it would speak it into existence.
" No."
I sighed in relief running my hands through my tangled hair. He smirked his green eyes lingering into me with a since of enchantment. " What?" I asked.
He shrugs. " You're just beautiful."
Blush crept over my cheeks. I was far from beautiful. I was a mess, a hungover mess. My face was bare no longer being able to hide under foundation or bronzer.
Not knowing how else to deal with a genuine compliment I tossed a pillow at him, which he caught with ease.
" I-" My words stopped and I stammered for words awkwardly. Wanting to avert the attention from me I looked down at his laced shoes. " You're leaving?"
