*Jasper's POV

  "So Aake it, you are under our nonstop prote as of this moment. We'll stay on guard." Said Peter.

  "But..." Started Ao protest. "No but. There is a killer after you and now he obviously knows where you live. No way we're leaving you alone." He tinued almost angry. She looked slightly unfortable, however, she felt almost happy. fusing as ever. "But you o hunt." Said Annabell, like we fot about it.

  "We'll be taking turns." I don't like the situation at all but this is about everything we do now. "Ok. When you decide who's the first turn, e help me please." Gave Annabell in, turning and going back to the house. Of course I followed right behind her, exging a look and nod with Peter as a bye.

  "See you sooe." Called Ann behind. He just ughed. "Sure thing, Annie."

  "So... what do you need help with?" I was curious wheered the house. Annabell went straight to her room and then she somewhat awkwardly answered. "Well, first I'd like to know if he touched anything else in here and... then I'd need help with st my washed clothes in the closet." She poio a basket of fresh undry standing by the bed.

  While Annabell waited in the doorway of the room, I found the st from her T-shirt only on her pillow. Although it was way more trated. Like he cuddled with it or something. I had to stop the flow of air in my lungs to keep myself from throwing the pillow out of the window or tearing it to shreds. S was the wave of fury engulfing me, imagining another man in this bedroom. When I finally calmed enough to not arm Annabell, I revealed my findings to her. "It seems only your T-shirt and the pillow on your bed." Annabell came to the bed and I watched in pure amazement as she took the pillow, stepped to the window and threw it outside. "Shoot, I missed." She mumbled as it nded. I was torween astonishment and amusement. I wao do the same thing and Annabell not only heard the nding but could tell it didn't nd on the swing, which, as her ent indicated, was her iion. I just smiled.

  Fag me for a moment Ahen took a bck shirt from the closet. "Turn around please. And don't peek." I uood. If the T-shirt awaits the same fate as the pillow, I certainly o not look. Not just out of courtesy I kept from looking behihe sound of fabric sliding over her body was still enough to have my imagination run wild. "You look now." She said finally, but when I turned around I was given a view I didn't expect. Annabell was reag for the basket before spilling its tent on the bed. However, I did not see her do it. I closed my eyes io stay on the spot. Keeping myself from tearing the shirt, she just wore, off of her.

  It took me a sed and I had to clear my throat to get my voice w again. "Annabell, you... missed a button on your shirt." I got out of myself. My voice ced with my desire, uo get the picture of, from the little I saw, perfect breasts off my mind. I heard her heartbeat to qui. Mine would do the same if it could. She wasn't wearing bra and she missed one of the top buttons, revealing more than she could possibly want to show.

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  "Um... you help me with putting them away? All I need you to do, is to tell me the color." "Ok." I agreed. Annabell expined me the system of colors she has a to it.

  We were almost finished when I found something iing. There was a bck bra with a soft the edges, tangled in a hoodie. I looked at the unsuspeg Annabell, pying with an evil idea. "And where do I put this?" I asked like nothing's going on. But if she could see the grin on my face she'd most likely yell at me. When she found my hands I was sav the feeling of her touy skin. Realizing what I'm holding, she literally ripped it out of my hand and proceeded to throw it in one of the drawers, smming it shut. "I-I thought I put all of the underwear away before ing to ask for help." She stuttered embarrassed and little angry. Her cheeks were abze. She did not turn back to face me though.

  ing closer to stand behind her I whispered. "You know Ann, you're adorable when you're blushing." I brushed away her hair from her left cheek so I'd see her better, trag her exposed neck with my fiips. I could tell she liked it, although she'd probably deny it, still little angry because of what happened outside. I rested my hand on her shoulder. "Please, don't be angry with me anymore." I pleaded.

  Annabell's emotions were a hardly reizable mix again when she finally asked quietly. "Why?" I wasn't sure what she means. "What, angel?" I tried to make my voice sound soothing.

  "Why are you doing all of this? And don't say 'because I'm your mate'. What does it eveo you?" Annabell's voice broke at the end. She felt lonely, sad and there was even trace of fear in her emotions. Does she really believe I don't have any feelings for her? I sidered myself the happiest man oh since she told me that she likes me.

  "You still don't know, darling?" I whispered, gently kissing her neck. Fighting the urge to show her how much I love her when I felt the light shiver of pleasure run through her body that my touch caused. I put my arms around her waist, embrag her from behind. "I love you Annabell. I loved you sihe first night I found you in the woods." I fessed and she felt so happy. "I love you too, Jasper." Whispered Annabell leaning against me, c my hands with hers. The world could go up in fmes and I would not notice.

  I have no idea how loood there, when Annabell's tummy dematention. "Have you eaten since breakfast?" She just shook her head as I watched the setting sun with her in my embrace. "I think we o fix that."

  "Yonna cook for me?" She asked sounding incredulous "Yup." In my whole vampire existence I once didn't think of doing something so human as cooking, nor I o. But I somehow khat I . "Do you have eggs?"

  "Yea, I'd really like some. I like my eggs soft though, you do that?" She asked teasingly, smiling.

  "Anything you need, my angel."