He'd never know.

Every time I was caught staring I just turned my ogling into a challenging grin. He would never know how every time his muscle flexed my dead heart started up again, just to have palpitations.

He'd never know.

Every dirty joke made me think of him and me. Always. Then I'd be embarrassed of Edward hearing. He'd never tell. Edward swore, but he may slip, and I never wanted that. He was in love with Rose.

He'd never know.

That I could never be happy with my Alice again. Just because of his smile.

He'd never know, and he'd never love me. Emmet would always love Rosalie. Never Jasper. Never me.

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Based of how my friend said Jasper was a gay name. My only romantic piece. Flames welcome.