Circle Back
The night air in Forks was thick with firelight and mischief. Bella sat near the bonfire, whiskey burning her throat, laughter ringing around her like sparks on the wind. Across the flames, Jasper Whitlock leaned back—shirtless under a leather jacket, golden eyes watching her like a dare. “Truth or dare?” Emmett asked, grinning. Bella blinked, heart racing. “Dare.” Jasper’s slow, dangerous smirk was a promise. “Then come here, darlin’, and whisper the dirtiest thing you’ve ever thought about me.” She did. And when she pulled back, Jasper just smiled and said, “We’ll circle back to that, sweetheart.”
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