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I'm a little dazed after our kiss. Our server comes by to deliver the official answer blank. Alice appoints herself our captain.
I'm caught off guard when Bella queries, "So Jasper, got any good dirt on Edward here?"
I shoot Jas a warning glare, but he's all smoothness. "Edward's the real deal. No skeletons. Stable as they come…well, now that you've fixed him—"
I thump his shoe with mine and he registers surprise.
"Was he broken?" Bella questions playfully.
You are a dead man, Jasper Whitlock!
"He hasn't exactly been himself…since his last haircut."
Are you fucking kidding me?
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