He’d feel Edward’s words every night, thick like cold venom coating a candied shell. xxx So Jasper removed his wet jacket and moved closer to Edward’s bed, growing more and more miserable with every second that Edward completely disregarded his presence. So tired from their abridged day of playing, they fell asleep in that position. It was so trilling, yet also, oddly hollow. He settled with running his palms down Edward’s sides and grasping his narrow hips. He settled with running his palms down Edward’s sides and grasping his narrow hips. High. It was crimson and bare—like his bedroom at midnight. Jasper stopped caring about his grades, found it difficult to remain focused on the boring material.
