Bella had picked near the back of the large library because it was usually a quiet place to read. Plus it was more secluded which meant people wouldn’t see her reading up on illegal breeding and start to ask questions. Well unless you were Misha.
“You invited me into your bed because I was hurt and scared,” Bella pointed out knowing that isn’t what Misha meant but she couldn’t go there. They were friends. They had to stay friends. Even though Bella wanted more. She wanted Misha to kiss her again, to hold her. And if she was really honest with herself make her come again because she had never come that hard before. “You were being a good friend.”