"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Misha said slowly, pushing the book back across the table, at a snail's pace.
"And innuendo is in the listener's ear. If I say something and you hear 'sex', I can't be help responsible."
He leaned forward, happy just to watch Bella read, if that was all he got out of his library visit. He had never spent much time there as a student, and now he was starting to regret that choice, along with some others. Misha couldn't imagine how he had gone through so many years of school, without noticing how pretty Bella was.
"And since when do you need extra credit, little eagle? Your grades are amazing and we're barely into the second week of classes."