"Bella, what, what is this?" he asked after we climbed into his car.
"Drive to Port Angeles Jasper, we are skipping the party."
"Oh, we are?" Jasper looked at me, confused, "Where in Port Angeles?"
"Holiday Inn."
Jasper's eyes bugged out of his head as I tried to keep a straight face.
"We are going to a hotel?"
"Yes, we need some privacy and some time to talk. Charlie thinks I am staying at Angela's because her parents are out of town."
"Okay, what's wrong Bella?"
"Just drive, we can talk when we get there." I turned up the radio and sat back against the seat, turned partly towards Jasper and I watched him drive, not really talking. He reached for my hand and I immediately took his. We drove, holding hands, not talking, me just watching him as he watched the road. His thumb running gently up and down my palm, as he paid attention to the dark road ahead of us. Every song on the radio had some meaning to us. By the time we got to the hotel, I just wanted to be in his arms.
I handed Jasper the stack of bills to pay for the room and he checked us in while I waited in the car.
We walked hand in hand to the room without talking. Jasper unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in and looked at the King sized bed and was suddenly nervous.
Jasper locked the door behind us and walked to me, wrapping his arms around me, holding so tight.
"This isn't going to be good is it Bella?"
I began to cry. I tried so hard not to, but I just couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I tried to talk through the sniffling and tears. I tried to tell him how scared I was.
"Bella, I love you, please understand this is killing me. I don't know what to do. I don't want to be away from you, I don't want to lose you."
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