It is just us—
Our tangled breaths, the warmth of Jasper's body against mine, the way he is touching me—gentle, reverent, as if he is memorizing every inch of my skin. To the way our breaths mingle, the way his lips move over mine, slow and unhurried, like we have all the time in the world.
My heart is pounding so hard that I think it might burst. I feel the warmth of his hands skimming down my sides, his fingertips brushing over my waist before settling at my hips. He is patient, waiting for me to meet him halfway.
I'm not naive. Of course, I've heard stories, whispered confessions, warnings about how a girl's first time is never as magical as the movies make it seem. They say, it is painful. It is awkward. Uncomfortable.
And yet…
Here, now, with Jasper looking at me the way he
