“You’re just too tall.” Sophia mutters with a smile as she stands on her toes to reach around and fix the tag of his shirt. “Then wear one, you look good and sophisticated no matter what you wear.”
"I’m not that tall.” He tilted his head to the side, wetting his lips slowly, eyes glued to hers. “What are you then— my personal dresser?” Jasper grinned, slipping his suit off after she had fixed it. “Leather jacket then, right?”
