Do you want to taste my memories? His body was serious against mine as his hand caressed my hair. He leaned his head down to me and kissed me with such gentle sweetness as only he could manage.

Jasper. Even his name rolled off my tongue as though it was the finest wine aged just perfectly, made for me. I kissed him back and leaned against his bare shoulder. His scent was beautiful, just slightly musky with the sweat of love. I breathed him in and kissed his arm as it curled protectively round me. He pulled the sheet up over me and breathed softly against my cheek.

Do you want to know every part of me? I pressed my head hard against his chest so I could feel his hairs scratch my cheek and his heartbeat rumbled through my head. I could see him in my mind even when I closed my eyes and let myself rise and fall with each slow breath he took. His straight black hair that stuck out just so, his glorious green eyes and barely-pink lips. I tightened my grip around his back and opened my eyes up at him.

I don't need to taste your memories. I reached my hand up to his face and slowly caressed a jawline that I knew like the beat of my own heart. I am already in them.