of myself. I stare at my reflection, is she right? Have I really become the stronger person I strived to become? I don’t think I am totally there yet, but I am trying and it feels good.
I have decided emailing Harper would accomplish nothing. I’m happy to move on and learn from my Harper experience and V is right, I will never change who I am just to please another ever again.
I smile sweetly at my intuitive best friend. “V I love you but really you have nothing to be worried about, Jasper and I are just friends.” Denial is bliss.
V looks at me unbelieving. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
*****
In the car ride over to the shelter V’s words play on my mind, would Jasper and I really end in a messy emotional ball of pain? I really couldn’t handle any more pain. The ache in my chest from Harper seems to be getting more and more bearable every day, and that in part is thanks to Jasper. His cheeky smile, compassionate nature and unique views on life have helped me heal. But I don’t know if I am ready to explore anything further than friendship with Jasper or anyone else for a while. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And mine and Jaspers’ friendship is definitely not broke.
Pulling into the dark parking lot at 12.20am always creeps me out. Jasper forever the gentleman waits outside for me having a cigarette. He waves when he sees my car, awarding me with a breathtaking smile. He looks just as attractive as ever in his customary ripped black jeans, combat boots and tonight a ‘One Direction’ t-shirt. I love the humor on this guy.
Taking a deep calming breath, I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. I always get this way when I see him, and I tell myself it’s a normal reaction every hot blooded woman has towards him.
“Hey Ava.” He smiles as I quickly walk over to him.
He pulls me into a warm hug and I hug him back, inhaling his unique mouth watering smell. I know Jasper doesn’t wear any fancy aftershaves; he doesn’t need to, because his fragrance is something that can’t be bottled.
“Hey friend. Busy night?” I reply.
One arm still around my waist he butts out his smoke with his boot, then runs his hand through his hair, which I have come to realize, is indeed a habit of his when he is nervous or angry.
“Yeah a bit. I want you to meet somebody.” I tense up and Jasper can sense my nervousness. “Relax, it’s a good somebody. I know you and it will get along famously.”
I am on edge even more so when he doesn’t mention who this somebody is. My mind involuntarily screams Indie is inside wielding an arsenal with my name written on it. She may be okay with us being friends but she most definitely would not be okay if she knew how much time Jasper and I spent together. Especially at 12.25am.
Jasper leads me inside all the while smirking with that damn dimple on parade. What is he up to?
I follow him out back to where the stray animals are detained. I look around at the room and my heart goes out to these poor abandoned animals. How can people just discard these creatures like trash? Jasper takes extra care with the strays, another reason why I think he is an amazing person with a huge heart.
Jasper heads to the last cage and stops in front of it. “Surprise,” he smiles.
I look confused biting my lip, okay not what I expected unless Indie has shrunk dramatically overnight. Turning to look at his face, his eyes are lit up like a Christmas tree. “Take a closer look.”
I indeed do that, pressing my face millimeters away from the cage. Big mistake, a tiny hiss startles me and a little paw comes swiping at my face. I jump back bumping into Jasper who supports me with his arms.
My back is pressed to his chiseled chest as he whispers lightly into my ear, “I would like you to meet Oscar.”
I cannot tear my eyes away from the tiny black face and big green eyes staring back at me frightened. It is the smallest kitten I have ever laid my eyes upon. I cautiously approach the
I have decided emailing Harper would accomplish nothing. I’m happy to move on and learn from my Harper experience and V is right, I will never change who I am just to please another ever again.
I smile sweetly at my intuitive best friend. “V I love you but really you have nothing to be worried about, Jasper and I are just friends.” Denial is bliss.
V looks at me unbelieving. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
*****
In the car ride over to the shelter V’s words play on my mind, would Jasper and I really end in a messy emotional ball of pain? I really couldn’t handle any more pain. The ache in my chest from Harper seems to be getting more and more bearable every day, and that in part is thanks to Jasper. His cheeky smile, compassionate nature and unique views on life have helped me heal. But I don’t know if I am ready to explore anything further than friendship with Jasper or anyone else for a while. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And mine and Jaspers’ friendship is definitely not broke.
Pulling into the dark parking lot at 12.20am always creeps me out. Jasper forever the gentleman waits outside for me having a cigarette. He waves when he sees my car, awarding me with a breathtaking smile. He looks just as attractive as ever in his customary ripped black jeans, combat boots and tonight a ‘One Direction’ t-shirt. I love the humor on this guy.
Taking a deep calming breath, I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. I always get this way when I see him, and I tell myself it’s a normal reaction every hot blooded woman has towards him.
“Hey Ava.” He smiles as I quickly walk over to him.
He pulls me into a warm hug and I hug him back, inhaling his unique mouth watering smell. I know Jasper doesn’t wear any fancy aftershaves; he doesn’t need to, because his fragrance is something that can’t be bottled.
“Hey friend. Busy night?” I reply.
One arm still around my waist he butts out his smoke with his boot, then runs his hand through his hair, which I have come to realize, is indeed a habit of his when he is nervous or angry.
“Yeah a bit. I want you to meet somebody.” I tense up and Jasper can sense my nervousness. “Relax, it’s a good somebody. I know you and it will get along famously.”
I am on edge even more so when he doesn’t mention who this somebody is. My mind involuntarily screams Indie is inside wielding an arsenal with my name written on it. She may be okay with us being friends but she most definitely would not be okay if she knew how much time Jasper and I spent together. Especially at 12.25am.
Jasper leads me inside all the while smirking with that damn dimple on parade. What is he up to?
I follow him out back to where the stray animals are detained. I look around at the room and my heart goes out to these poor abandoned animals. How can people just discard these creatures like trash? Jasper takes extra care with the strays, another reason why I think he is an amazing person with a huge heart.
Jasper heads to the last cage and stops in front of it. “Surprise,” he smiles.
I look confused biting my lip, okay not what I expected unless Indie has shrunk dramatically overnight. Turning to look at his face, his eyes are lit up like a Christmas tree. “Take a closer look.”
I indeed do that, pressing my face millimeters away from the cage. Big mistake, a tiny hiss startles me and a little paw comes swiping at my face. I jump back bumping into Jasper who supports me with his arms.
My back is pressed to his chiseled chest as he whispers lightly into my ear, “I would like you to meet Oscar.”
I cannot tear my eyes away from the tiny black face and big green eyes staring back at me frightened. It is the smallest kitten I have ever laid my eyes upon. I cautiously approach the
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