“I have a question, Jasper,” I said, furrowing my brow.
“What does it feel like for you to be around me?”
“Do you want me to sugarcoat?”
“Brutally, honest.”
“My throat is on fire, Edward. Plus, being inside this car
with you is my own personal hell,” Jasper said, his smile fading. “Your scent is mouthwatering and couple that with
your strong heartbeat, it’s taking all of my strength to not drain you. But, I
couldn’t do that to Bella. She’s your mate and if I killed you, Bella would
kill me then herself. However, it’s worse for her.”
“Because I’m her singer?” I muttered.
“Yes. What I’m feeling is nothing compared to what Bella is experiencing. Breathing in your
scent for me is like swallowing gasoline and lighting a match,” Jasper said.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“For Bella, it’s like breathing in plasma. You know from Star Trek?” Jasper said. “I’m in awe
that she was able to restrain herself against you. Especially since she’s drunk
from humans before. Her entire
existence. Something should have snapped and you should be dead. But, you’re
not. Her arousal and connection to you is stronger than the call of your
blood.”
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