Forbidden Flirtation


Chapter 4: Coffee Shop

A/N: I realized I made a mistake on Bella's age. She should be twenty-two, but I guessed her birthday wrong. Haha. Sorry.

And all of the song below goes with this chapter, but I really like that quote. (:


SONG QUOTE: "No one understands me quite like you do, through all of the shadowy corners of me." -Landon Pigg, 'Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop'

The next day, which was Saturday, I pulled on some skinny jeans, a knotted t-shirt, and some Converse, leaving my hair down and messy. I grabbed my money and cell phone, sliding them deep into my back pockets, then left for Port Angeles. I had been wanting to go get some new reading material for myself at the bookstore for a while, but I never had the time. Well, until this weekend, that is. I slid into my sleek, black car and headed for the city.

About an hour later, I was in the bookstore, browsing the collection of classics. I bumped into someone and said, "Sorry. I should really learn to work on my clumsiness." I looked up and saw the one and only Jasper Whitlock.

"Hello, Miss Swan. You look so different." He reached out and touched my mahogany hair, twirling a lock around his finger.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a curious fashion.

He looked down at some books he had in his hand. "Wuthering Heights was really wonderful, surprisingly, and I figured I'd give some others a shot."

Wow, he didn't just read in school. He actually read because he liked it. Just like he likes you! "That's nice."

"Yeah. So, do you wanna hang out for a while?"

I bit my lip. "I really shouldn't. I need to be leaving pretty soon."

He grabbed my hand with his free one, and with a pleading expression, whispered, "Stay."

I nodded my agreement, knowing that I wouldn't be able to resist the begging of this particular seventeen year old boy. "What would you like to do?"

His face became animated as he replied, "There's a huge sale down at that vacant parking lot. A ton of stores are getting rid of some stuff."

Thrift store shopping came easily to me, as I loved bargains and vintage things. "Sure. That sounds like fun." And it really did.

We took my car to the lot and spent hours just looking around. His hilarious, and sometimes sarcastic, comments made me choke on laughter, and he impressed me with just how much he knew. He told me that his second favorite class was U.S. History; he enjoyed learning about the American foundation, and he showed his intelligence whenever we passed by some old war-like objects. We passed by many outrageous things, wondering what the hell some of it was and purchasing it anyway as gag gifts to friends. I soon found that he was actually the most perfect guy I had ever met, including the men I dated during my very short time at college. We walked over to one of the fountains that littered the city and sat down, exhausted from the hours spent walking around and endless entertainment of being with each other.

"Holy shit. I'm so tired," I commented. A heavy drizzle began, and I suddenly regretted not wearing a bra under my shirt that day. I tried to inconspicuously cover my tits, but it was useless; you could see my hardened pink nipples through the cream colored tee.

I caught Jasper staring, but he didn't seem embarrassed. He just moved his gaze to my eyes and crashed his lips to mine. I pulled away quickly to gain some air, then covered his mouth with mine once more. Our lips worked in perfect harmony as our tongues slid in and out of each other's mouths. Finally, after what seemed like centuries, we broke apart, both of us panting.

"This is wrong," I told him with remorse as I stood up to leave.

"Miss Swan!" he called after me as I walked down the sidewalk. "Bella, please!" I stopped when he said my first name and turned around. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

I nodded, my body moving of its own accord, and we strolled together into a coffee shop. We sat down at a small, café style table inside, and he grabbed my hand over the space. I went to pull away, but I couldn't bring myself to lose contact with his skin again.

"So…" he began.

"So…" I repeated. The waitress came then, and we ordered our lattes. I was thankful for the warm liquid that settled my nerves.

"I think about you all the time."

I smiled. "I think about you, too. You're on my mind constantly."

"Yeah. You know, it's your face I picture when I jack off it my room."

I spewed my hot coffee across the table, missing him by mere inches. "That's…nice," I managed to get out.

He looked disappointed. "Nice?"

"I don't know what to say to that, Jasper. I mean, I can't just tell you that I think about you when I masturbate, too." I felt my skin heating up and turning a crimson red as I eyed his smug smile.

"I really do like you, Isabella, and I want to show you. I want to fuck you endlessly tonight in your bed."

"God! Do you think about what you're going to say before it comes out of your mouth?!" I exclaimed.

"No, I should really work on that. I'm sorry…"

I shook my head. "Don't be."

We ordered some dessert-like food and ate in silence. I watched the way he ate his cheesecake with a grin. His tongue would dart out to catch some crumbs on the side of his lip, and he gave me a goofy smile every time he realized I was staring. I would instantly flush and go back to eating my brownie, loving the way he could make me flustered so easily.

When we were done, he announced, "I'm going to fuck you tonight in your bed, I've decided."

My eyes went wide, and to say that I was taken aback would be an understatement. "Do I have any say in the matter?"

He scooted his chair closer to mine and leaned over to my ear, whispering, "None whatsoever." He placed his lips softly against my own, letting them move together in perfect harmony. It was a sweet kiss, and our tongues weren't involved. I tangled my hand in his hair, and he pulled away. "What time should I come over?"

"It has to be after dark. Let's say…hmm…between nine and ten?"

"Sounds perfect." He pecked my lips and grabbed my hand. We both paid and left the café.

We walked slowly back to my Mercedes, just smiling at each other the whole time. His expression turned sad when we reached my car, as did mine; we now had to part for five more hours.

I kissed him tenderly on the cheek, and he held me close. "I can't wait for tonight, Bella." I smiled widely into his chest.

Because secretly, I had been wanting him more than anything these past few weeks.


A/N: Review please! I hope you enjoyed it. (: