I don't own anything!

Alice's P.O.V.

I opened the door slowly and leaned against the frame. Jasper was sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed and his arms resting lightly over them. I felt a sudden hit of nervousness, what if he didn’t like this?

He must have felt my change in emotion because he suddenly sat up to look at me. It took him a moment to realize I was there and then another for his eyes to widen as he took in my choice of clothing.

“Oh god…” he whispered, so low I almost didn’t hear it.

“Good evening…” I started nervously “Major Whitlock.”

He groaned.

“Alice…”...