“Jake? Can I have jush a leetle bit more? Please?” Bella raised her thumb and index finger with the minutest distance between them in front of Jacob’s face.
“I think you’ve  had enough, Bells. I’m gonna have to drive you home as it is.”
“But it’s sooo good.”
Jacob slipped the bottle of coconut rum that Quil and Seth had lifted from Leah, behind his ( Read more... )