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“Wh-Where are we?”  I opened my eyes slowly and took in my surroundings.  We were in another hotel, this time a classy one.  The bed was a queen-size and smelled of clean sheets.  There was a couch in the corner and the television was facing it.  There was a figure standing in front of the window.

“Alaska,” the soft voice said.  I smiled.  Jasper had said he was going to take me to Iceland with a few stops on the way.  I asked why Iceland and he replied simply “I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“That’s nice,” I replied.  He moved from his spot and stood in front of me.  His cool hand brushed against my forehead gently.  Since we left, I’ve gotten to know Jasper better.  He really is wonderful and has been great to me.  And I can’t stop looking at him.  I’ve seen him without his shirt twice.  Nice, firm abs, toned arms and low-slung pants that only enhance my imagination.

I closed my eyes.  I have to stop thinking this way.  It’s Jasper.  Alice’s Jasper.  She would kill me if she knew I was having sexual thoughts about her husband...if she was still alive.  I don't even want to think about what it would have done to Edward.  Edward.  Jasper told me very little about the battle that ensued; just that everyone of the Cullens was dead, minus him.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.  He was still stroking my forehead but saw my eyes were closed.  I opened them and nodded.  He smiled.  “Lie with me?” I asked.

He did.  He was very cautious, very hesitant.  He slowly removed his hand and unbuttoned his shirt.  His muscles stretched his tee shirt tight against him and he crawled into bed next to me.  After a moment, he put an arm around me.

I snuggled back into his chest.  I craved contact.  We had been gone eight weeks and I was desperate for a man’s touch.  I shouldn’t be thinking of him this way, but I couldn’t help it.  I knew he was attractive, but he had never held so much desire in me as he did now.  I wanted him.  All of him.

I sighed.  He shifted so he was hovering over me, his weight on one arm.  I knew that wasn’t painful at all for him, being the vampire that he is.  I slowly brought my hand up, careful to not make any sudden moves, and ran it down his arm, feeling his skin warm at my touch.  His eyes, consistently black these days, closed and he moaned softly.

“That feels amazing,” he whispered.  I continued the movement.  He opened his eyes.  The blackness was still there, of course, but something else as well.  They were full of depth, passion.  Desire.  I could only stare into the black void.  I was lost, mesmerized by the passion I saw there, the beauty.  I could not look away.  Nor did I want to.

Then, very gently, he lowered his lips to mine.