Ghost of Ourselves (Twilight X Reader)

"Come on," Alice chirps, taking my hand. "We want to show you something." Her small fingers are cold around mine, but the touch sends warmth through my chest.

Jasper follows us up another flight of stairs, his presence steady behind me. Their room is at the end of a long hallway, and when Alice throws open the double doors, I catch my breath.

The space is massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the forest canopy. Gauzy white curtains flutter in the breeze from a partially opened window. A huge bed dominates one wall, draped in rich fabrics in shades of deep blue and silver. The sight of it makes me blush, especially when I realize its obvious purpose for a couple who never sleeps.

Jasper chuckles softly, clearly sensing my embarrassment. "Your emotions are delightful when you're flustered, darlin'."

"Jazz, don't tease her," Alice scolds, but her golden eyes sparkle with mischief. "Though you are absolutely adorable when you blush."

"I'm not-I mean, I didn't-" I stammer, which only makes them both smile wider.

"Your heart is racing," Jasper observes, moving to sit in a plush armchair while Alice perches on the bed, patting the space beside her. "We make you nervous."

"Not nervous exactly," I manage, carefully sitting next to Alice. "Just... aware."

"Aware?" Alice's smile turns knowing. "Of what?"

I feel my cheeks burn hotter. "You know what."

"Say it," Jasper encourages softly, his accent thicker than usual. "Your emotions are already screaming it."

"You're both... I mean, I find you..." I bite my lip, studying the intricate pattern on their carpet. "Attractive. But you're together, and I would never-I mean, it's not like-"

"Breathe," Alice giggles, taking my hand again. "We know. We've noticed how your heart races when Jasper speaks, how you watch me move. It's flattering, really."

"And completely natural," Jasper adds. "We are, after all, designed to attract humans. Though your specific attraction to both of us is... interesting."

"Oh god," I groan, hiding my face in my hands. "Can we please talk about anything else? Like the weather, or world peace, or literally anything that isn't my embarrassing crush on a married vampire couple?"

Their combined laughter-Alice's chimes and Jasper's honey-warm chuckle-fills the room.

"If it helps," Alice says gently, "we find you fascinating too. Not in quite the same way, but... there's something about you. Something special."

I peek through my fingers. "Is that vampire-speak for 'you smell tasty'?"

Jasper's laugh deepens. "No, though you do smell wonderful. It's more... you see us. Really see us. Not just what we pretend to be, not just what we are, but who we are."

"And you're not scared," Alice adds, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The casual intimacy of the gesture makes my breath catch. "Even now, alone in a room with two vampires who just acknowledged your attraction to them, your primary emotion is embarrassment, not fear."

"Should I be scared?" I ask, then laugh at myself. "Never mind, that really is becoming my catchphrase."

"Come here," Jasper says softly, guiding me to lie back on their ridiculously comfortable bed. Alice immediately curls up on one side of me, while Jasper settles on the other, both careful to maintain a respectful distance despite our close proximity.

Their combined scents envelop me-Alice smells like vanilla and something crystalline, if crystals could have a scent, while Jasper carries notes of leather and honey. It's intoxicating in a way that should probably worry me, but doesn't.