Love To Hate Me
Jasper's laughter fades into soft, gentle breaths that create a calming melody, soothing my mind and washing away the chaotic past five days, which have been a blur of warm blood and perfect fear filled screams.
Before I know it, he's fast asleep, his body relaxed and trusting in my arms.
My eyes trail to his fingers, and I notice the white band-aids covering his thumbs and middle fingers. It's nice how the band-aids tell a story of long hours spent practicing, the price he pays for his passion.
Jasper's talents are as varied as they are impressive, and I find myself drawn to each of his personas. Pole dancing Jasper, brooding Jasper, sex-crazed Jasper...
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