RivalDark hair, with locks dampened by fresh drops spilled from a long and pleasant hot shower. A pale skin was her charm; Pink bags stood out under her refined eyes - narrow, elegant - with green orbs, as dark as a swamp at night, capable of piercing the ocular surface due to such intensity when looked at. Fixating on you, those scorching orbs became chilling, always shining like that at you, since childhood. They never changed.

"I thought your father gave you more education. Knock on the door next time." Well, how bold of Jasper to think that he could ask that question inside his home, inside his own room, where his father offered him lodging. You rejected the idea, clearly. Why did you want your rival in your own home? Who will say in your room? However, the choice was a brief resource you had. If Jasper wasn't a friend's son, it's unlikely that your parents would have considered providing a pleasant alternative to the young adult, who coincidentally is the same age as you, being a few months older.

He felt at home; a towel around his waist, exposed chest - a thin layer of delicate skin covering his lean but worked muscles, well divided across his torso, chest and chest. How irritating! You knew that the drops running down his collarbone were on purpose, particles of water sliding down the defined contour of his abdomen, dancing elegantly across his waist, tracing and shaping a subtle triangle that entered his groin. Was it all on purpose? Not.

"He gave enough." You shot back, and your answer didn't please him. Not at all. Footsteps approached, echoing on the wooden surface, making you step back, stopping only when your back came against something cold and solid: the wall. Cornered by Jasper's tall frame, you found yourself lifting your head, something unnecessary, as the boy's long, thin fingers rested along your jaw, doing you this favor.

"So much opposition comes out of that little mouth, my bunny." A firm murmur escaped Jasper's plump pink lips. His voice was clear as light, but possessive of darkness.