“Isabella Marie, what did that salad ever do to you?” Jasper
asked, sitting down across from me. “Be kind to the poor unsuspecting lettuce.”
“Sorry,” I grumbled. “Last night was a huge clusterfuck,
Jas.”
“Oh, do tell, Ms. Swan,” he asked, waggling his brows. “I do
enjoy hearing about clusterfucks.”
“You’re an idiot,” I snickered, rolling my eyes.
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