Jasper Chuckled, Shaking His Head. " You

Isabella Swan?” He Looked Up At Me Through His Impossibly Long Lashes, His Golden Eyes Soft But, Somehow, Still Scorching. “i Promise To Love You Forever—every Single Day Of Forever. Will You Marry Me?” There Were Many Things I Wanted To Say, Some Of Them Not Nice At All, And Others More Disgustingly Gooey And Romantic Than He Probably Dreamed I Was Capable Of. Rather Than Embarrass Myself With Either, I Whispered, “yes.” “thank You,” He Said Simply. He Took My Left Hand And Kissed Each Of My Fingertips Before He Kissed The Ring That Was Now Mine.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

His Skin Was A Pretty Colour, It Made Me Jealous. Jacob Noticed My Scrutiny. What?" He Asked, Suddenly Self-conscious. "nothing. I Just Hadn't Realised Before. Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?" Once The Words Slipped Out, I Worried That He Might Take My Implusive Observation The Wrong Way. But Jacob Rolled His Eyes. "you Hit Your Head Pretty Hard, Didn't You?" "i'm Serious." Well, Then, Thanks. Sort Of." I Grinned. "you're Sort Of Welcome.

It Was Nice To Be Alone, Not To Have To Smile And Look Pleased; A Relief To Stare Dejectedly Out The Window At The Sheeting Rain And Let Just A Few Tears Escape.