I can't move.
I sit, frozen, as Emmett steps out to greet Edward, who sees me and grins, walking straight toward me.
I'm fixated, watching in fascinated horror as he stops beside me and kicks off his flip flops. His shirt drops, landing on my hand, and he dives into the pool.
I lick my suddenly parched lips as he surfaces, swimming closer. He rests his arms on the side of the pool and squints up at me.
"Hey, Jasper. How's it going?"
Fucking Emmett.
"Hello," I manage, trying not to notice the way beaded water drips from his lips.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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He may have cooled down by jumping the water, but Edward just managed to heat Jasper up.
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