Rehearsals, Weddings and All That Jazz
"Oh, Jazzy," Alice moaned as she put her head on my chest. "I love you." Her hand snaked up my ribs and took purchase on my right boob. "Jasper? You need to go on a diet. You're getting man titties."
"Alice," I whispered. "I'm not Jasper."
"Holy fuck!" she shrieked as she jumped out of bed. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to grope you."
"No big deal, Alice. You did all night," I said with a wink.