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    Memoirs of Her Scent

    “I believe, I’m sure, that you already know my answer to your invitation.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement and I could taste the excitement and amusement that dominated both Carlisle and Esme.

    “Clearly,” Alice nodded, “I just thought it polite to ask.”

    “Thank you, we will gladly join you,” Carlisle said, appreciatively, with a calm smile adorning his lips. Esme nodded.

    “Will Bella, alongside Edward, be joining us?” Inquired Esme looking hopeful, she had clearly loved Bella and had adopted her as one of her daughters without hesitation; that was Esme for you.

    “Yes, Bella agreed to it and now they are on their way to Charlie’s to see if he agrees,” Alice replied smugly, I grinned.

    “Obviously, he’ll say yes?” I offered.

    Alice huffed, smugly, rolling her eyes and nodded eagerly causing Carlisle, Esme and I to burst out laughing as she pretended to look indignant while attempting to hide her own fits of laughter that were beginning to curve the corners of her lovely mouth.

    Her lips fleetingly distracted me, and my laughter ceased, as they allured me and begged to be kissed as a chant of silvery laughter escaped them. My desires most have been showing for Carlisle chose to interrupt my longing at that moment as he cleared his throat and called my name, I pretended not to have heard.

    “Jasper?”

    “ Umm…” came my distracted response, as he called my name for the third time, it sounded far as if from a stranger. Alice had caught my gaze as I tried to tear my gaze from my flawless goddess whose gaze had become sheepishly seductive and invitingly with a daring glint. I loved how I could make her feel sheepish, a woman who was never shy in any way, who would have thought looking at her now.

    “You said the other’s had agreed, even Rosalie?” Carlisle continued, once my eyes, with much regret, had sought his and now found them.

    “Yes,” I sighed, “they where the first to know.”

    “Right, thank you, off you go now.” We were dismissed.

    “Alice,” I said, offering my hand for her to take, she gladly twined her fingers with mine, sending waves of electricity from her fingertips to mine up my arm, I smiled and so did she. Her serenity told me that she felt the shock too, in one swift movement we were out of Carlisle’s study and on our way to drown ourselves in each others embrace.

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