You Remind Me of Her

I rolled my eyes at that. "You can't just assume I'm gay," I said in a higher pitched voice to mock what he had said earlier. Jasper's mouth opened, offended, and he reached out to play hit me for making fun of him.
Right before he could reach me, though, I caught his wrist in the air and held it firmly. I couldn't help but to laugh and once I saw Jasper's cheeks turn bright red from my touch, I laughed even harder. Even as slightly drunk as he was, Jasper didn't lose that shy and flustered part of his personality.
The smile never left my face and my hand didn't leave Jasper's wrist. Instead, I pulled his arm so that his body fell dangerously close to mine.
"I hope you know," I told him in a hushed voice. My free hand reached up to pinch his burning face. "It's pretty hard to keep a secret when those cheeks of yours give it away every time."