“That’s the deal,” Bella said. “You move in, and you stay a year. One year exactly. And then you go. And you can’t fall in love with me while you’re here.”
He had loved her since the peaches.
She was asking him to promise he wouldn’t do the one thing he had already done.
“All right,” Jasper said. “I’ll move in. One year. And I promise I won’t fall in love with you.”
It was the first lie he ever told her. He told it looking straight into her face, with the brass key warm in his palm.