✓ | 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 ━ Jasper Hale

𝖛𝖎𝖎. Bliss

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍:
Bliss

IT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT,
Jasper was in Genevieve's room. They were binge-watching Friends and decided to start at the very first episode since Jasper hadn't watched a single one. Genevieve was shocked and offended at the same time since Friends was her favorite sitcom.

They resided in her bed, both of them under her soft blanket, their backs on the wall, her hand intertwined with his.

Jasper adores his mate for how focused she is on watching the show, even though he can tell she has probably finished it hundreds of times. He knows that she'll be annoyed if she notices that he's not focused on watching. Instead, he was focused on observing his mate's facial features, how she laughs when Chandler cracks up to one of his sarcastic jokes, then when she sings the intro song of the episode when her lips form into a pout when the end credits roll.

"You're not even watching, you're just staring," Genevieve says, her eyes not even leaving the tv.

"I can't help it. You're adorable," he says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her body even closer to him, her head leaning at his shoulder while wrapping her arm around his back.

"You really do love complimenting me. I'm wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, my hair in a messy bun, and you still think I'm adorable?" She asks while looking up at him with a smile and pecking his jaw.

"I love how comfortable you look. You look good in everything," he says while kissing her forehead.

"I could really eat some popcorn right now," she chuckles.

"Same here, doll," he says while playing with her hair.

"I can get used to this," she whispers while she continues to watch.

"Me too, I've never felt so..." he trails off, thinking of a word to describe his feelings.

"So?" She asks while she looks up at him.

"I've never felt so at ease and so contented until I met you," he continues, their eyes meeting. His hand went to her chin while his thumb slowly caressed her cheek. He leaned down, connecting their lips.

The kiss was slow and passionate.

It was their first kiss.

The feeling of her plump lips against his was the feeling of pure bliss and warmth; it was addicting, she was like the personalized drug that he couldn't get enough of, and he would gladly be addicted to it.

The feeling of ecstasy was what she felt when he kissed her. She had never felt like this before to anybody on the matter, and she was in a state of pure joy and contentment.

Sadly she pulls away, their foreheads pressed together.
They both smile at each other.

"I've been waiting to do that since we met each other, and the wait was worth it," he mutters to her.

"Was the kiss better than what you have imagined?" She asks.

"Far better than what I have imagined," he says while lightly lifting her up, putting her in between his legs while she leans down at his chest, his arms hugging her body while they focus on what they were watching.