Her hand fits against his cheek like a brand he never wants to pull back from. He can almost hear the movement of blood beneath her skin, slow and steady, calm in a way at odds with the way she's feeling to him. He's unblinking as he watches her, still as stone, no fidgeting, but even his grip against the railing isn't too tight.

From what he'd gleaned from Edward whenever he'd been around Bella, back before they'd married and she'd turned, Jasper's having an easier time of it than his brother had. Natasha smells good, but she doesn't smell irresistible, just...good. Comfortable. Carlisle would be proud if he were here, he thinks. "Yes," he breathes. "No...more than this, right now, I don't want to need to run from you. But. Yes, Natalia, we are still good."

He's out of air from that and he doesn't want to risk breathing in again with her this close. He doesn't want to risk flinching, either forward or back. He wants her to be able to stay where she is. He falls silent, just watching, that same little smile still in place. He can only imagine what she'll be like when she dials up the charm. No one in his family will be able to resist liking her.