Author's note: Hi, guys. The ones of you that are left. I'm back! I'm re-posting all of my old stories, and I plan to finish all of them, starting with this one. I know I've flaked out on you guys so many times, but I went through a really rough patch where, any time I even thought of writing, it made me think of people and things that I didn't want to think about. So, I didn't write. For like, a year. Well, I'm over it now and I'm ready to do what makes me happy.

I know people are over Twilight. I know most people have left the fandom. I don't care, these boys are my comfort zone, my happy place, and if anyone does, in fact, read this, I hope you love it.

I'm literally just posting this from a pdf that ArcadianMaggie (still around, bb?) sent me ages ago, so I'm sure there are typos and such.

Back when I wrote this, Touchstone67 was still my beta, so appropriate thanks go to her for helping this story be what it is.

He looked like an angel: golden locks cradling his face, slightly damp with sweat from our nightly activities. His lips were parted and his breathing was slow and even, his sweet breath fanning across my face. He was glorious.

I loved having him in my arms, our bodies entangled and the feeling of his bare skin against mine. I could watch him sleep forever. Forever - that word had been causing problems for me in those days. I thought I knew what I wanted my forever to be, but all of that changed when Jasper came into my life. Everything I had worked so hard for came crashing down around me as soon as his blue eyes met mine. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't want to.

"Jasper…wake up, love." I shook him lightly.

A smile graced his features for a moment, but was quickly replaced with a frown. "I know. You have to leave."

"It's almost midnight." I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip.

He quickly sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, turning his naked back to me. "Right, and we wouldn't want to worry him," he replied sarcastically.

He was right. If I didn't get home, Jake would start to worry about me. He would also wonder why a bunch of high school students were practicing music at such a late hour. Regardless, I hated leaving Jasper this way. I knew how much it hurt him to watch me leave his bed and go to someone else's.

I moved behind him, pushing my chest against his back and spreading my legs around his so that I could rest my chin on his shoulder. "I know, love. I'm sorry. I just need a little more time," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his chest.

"I don't know how much time I have left to give, Edward. I can't do this anymore." His voice broke on the last word.

I started to panic. I couldn't live without him. I couldn't let him leave me. "Please don't say that. I promise I'm going to tell him… just please, please don't leave me," I begged, kissing his neck gently and tightening my grip around his chest.

I felt his body relax against mine and he dropped his head back on to my shoulder. "I'm not leaving you." He let out a heavy sigh. "It's just…it's getting very hard to watch you go back to him. I don't know how much more I can take."

"You won't have to deal with it much longer," I promised. "I will tell him soon." I turned my head and kissed behind his ear, causing him to shiver.

"You're trying to distract me," he accused, caressing my thighs with his fingers.

"Is it working?" I gently bit his earlobe.

"Maybe…" he said breathlessly. I kissed every inch of skin I could reach: his ear, his neck, his shoulder. I knew he could feel my erection pressing into his lower back but he chose to ignore it, knowing I would have to go soon. He sighed softly. "I'll see you at the diner tomorrow morning, right?"

"Of course, love. Same time as usual." He turned his head and captured my lips with his. There was not a feeling in the world that could beat his lips moving with mine. Whether it was rushed and passionate, or soft and sensual, it was always the greatest sensation.

"I love you, Edward," he whispered against my lips.

I smiled. "I love you, Jazz."

And I did. I loved him with every fiber of my being. I knew that he was the one for me and nothing would change that.

If only I could have found some way to explain it to Jake without crushing him. How could I tell him that I didn't love him anymore? That, after eight years, I didn't want to be with him…because my heart belonged to someone else.

If y'all are still around, I'd love reviews. Or PM's. I've missed this place so much.