13

~Thea

Perhaps I would have been mad by the fact that Jasper blatantly refused to tell me anything about what I had just witnessed, had I not been so tried. The moment the bed was in my line of sight, I forgot Jasper would be sleeping next to me.

The last thing I remember, was face planting into the softest of pillows.

When I awoke the next morning, Jasper was dead asleep beside me. His torso was magnificently bare, and admittedly, I took a few moments to admire the smoothness of the perfectly sculpted muscles I am mockingly itching to touch with my bare fingers.

The sun is rising, rays going to work on the thickly frosted windows, the remnants dripping down the window in the form of liquid lit by the encroaching daylight.

Gentle oranges and subtle pinks dance across Jasper's face. His eyelashes brushing against his cheeks, his lips partly open. The bed sheet twists around his limbs, a contrast to his sun kissed skin. An Alpha, in a vulnerable position.

I slip out of bed, wishing