"You're worrying, aren't you?" Jasper was the one to break the silence, finally speaking into the absence of words, his eyes flickering from the road before him and instead to the girl to his right who nervously clutched a stuffed bag in her arms, another by her feet. Her teeth had found her lips, something that did suggest she was nervous, and her fingertips drummed on the fabric in her grip.
"No," Her answer was simple and blank in tone.
The morning showed no sun of hope, the sky dull and laced with thick clouds. Genevieve did not question when she awoke in a cold pool of empty blankets, the space of the bed beneath her far too large to be her own—and the room that surrounded her only confirming her thoughts. Her back was stiff nonetheless, and her shoulders ached as she sat up—proof of a restless night.The house she stood in was silent as she climbed to her feet, Jasper's bedroom door sitting ajar as she approached. The lack of light that bled through the thin cur
. How was he supposed to be there for her when he could not even get past the issue himself? It was selfish and left him disgusted more with himself than the actions of his own brother.He returned to Genevieve, clothes in hand. She now sat tall and seated in the grip of a barstool, fork pushing food around the plate before her with the gleaming utensil in her grip.
His actions were monotonous, just as he watched the girl's smaller frame step through the opened door and glance back at him. Her anticipation was clear across her features, her fingers twisting in both her dress and a clear habit."Are you still upset?" Her voice was small as she spoke, but his eyes remained away from her's as he turned- doorknob in hand- and swung the door shut, sliding the lock in place with ease.
The girl groaned a lilting breath—"Then why'd you lead me on?""You hopped onto my lap, sweetheart,""-And you undressed me,"
Her fingers shook as she struggled, her lips begging for his before he lifted his mouth from the girl's neck and joined her gaze with a connecting, passionate sight of his own. Her mouth was open, her breaths falling through her lips deeply as his eyes held hers with a satisfied smile that bore no hint to his body, electric and alive, left quite on the contrary at the absence of her.Jasper's lips met Genevieve's roughly, her hands pushing his shirt away from his shoulders and to the floor as she kissed him with just as much force, her lips clu
Jasper frequently, even when he had the most beautiful girl in the world in his bed, found himself thinking about much.The most favoured topic had become his feelings towards Mona—where he had previously respected the woman due to an obligation he felt while emotionally attached to Genevieve, he now detested her memory.All he could think about when the woman's name was called up behind his line of vision, was ho
The girl, folded in the arms of a sunset softened by clouds, smiled broadly at the contact, her hands lifting to twist in the fabric by the man's shoulders. "You know-" Her voice was almost silenced against his moving lips, his kiss strong and tugging her towards him as the man lifted a hand and hooked his thumb beneath her jaw, fingertips resting against her neck. The gesture worked to tilt the girl's head to his advantage, baring the access to a deeper exchange as the girl's mouth fell open to his and his exhale teased hers. "-I won't die if I don't kiss you once every two seconds," Her tone was playful, though she yearned for the contact of his mouth to hers when it was at an absence, her stomach twisting with a light pang she couldn't place in company of their lips together.
His voice and breath were low into her opened mouth, her exhale warm against his own as he continued to speak in a way only and delightfully lecherous. "I'd punish you but we have dinner to make,""You can punish me later,""Oh, I will," The girl blushed as the man's lips left hers, the action smooth and slow, his hands sliding away from the warmth of her soft,softskin. For a moment, left without hi