Misha paused in his constant movement for a moment, just letting Bella's hand slide over his fur. It really didn't seem like the right thing to do, to let her continue on talking about him, but it wasn't as if he had a lot of choice in the matter.
It pleased him that Bella was thinking about him, although he was sure she couldn't be thinking of him more than he was thinking of her. His dreams had been full of Bella, and his thoughts during the day had been so plagued by her that even his secretary had asked if he was alright. At times he wasn't sure himself. It felt as though he might burst if he didn't touch her. Here, next to Bella and under her hand he felt like he was at peace for the first time in at least a week.
Misha moved again, curling around her and rubbing his scent against her shoulder. It was a dumb thing to do, but a natural one for the wolf.