Our skin is still damp from exertion as we lie on our backs, absently caressing each other in post-coital bliss. Being with Edward again is so close to perfection that I can easily imagine this as my forever.
He rolls onto his side, lifting up onto one elbow to look down at me in the faint light. "So what's been going on, Jasper? I can tell something's on your mind…"
In truth, there are many answers to that question, but I know the most pressing. "I don't know how I'm going to run the shop when Rosalie quits," I admit.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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It would be a nice forever.
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