Jasper watched Sarah leave the room. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. They had never really spent a night together. Maybe she was moving to fast. After watching her leave the room. He punched the bed with his fist. Why did he have to be so stupid. He just knew that he had pressured Sarah into so much in such a short span of time. He was really worried. Would she wake up and regret it all? Would he never speak to him again? What was he suppose to do? Jasper laid there flat on his back staring at the ceiling. Soon, much to his dismay, sleep dragged him down. He was fast asleep. His dreams were different. He didn't know how to explain them. He rolled over onto his stomach, trying to find a more comfortable postion. He reached out to where Sarah should had been and sighed. Even though he was asleep it was just a light sleep. He could feel the empty place and he ached for her. Jasper was so into his sleep that he didnt feel the bed when it moved. He only sighed again. "Sarah, my angel. Don't leave me." Jasper muttered, still dreaming.