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"You come see me, Jazzy. I'll take good care of these beautiful blond locks," we overhear.
I twist my neck just in time to see Jasper draw Alice in for a kiss. She seems taller suddenly, and when I look down, I see that Alice is balanced on tiptoe atop Jasper's shoes.
I walk Bella to her car, our hands locked together and swinging casually.
"Can I see you Friday?" I venture.
"Absolutely," she answers quickly.
"I'd like to cook dinner for you."
"Wow." We've arrived at her car and she turns to face me. "Nobody's ever done that before."
A/N: Hand swinging...sigh...