Misha smiled softly, thinking about that night. Part of him had invited her because she was scared and hurt, but another part of him had wanted something much more. He had been a gentleman that night, but the competition between them had given him a sight that he would never forget. He wanted to see Bella come again, only this time he wanted to be inside her. It was something he couldn't have though, not if she was engaged, not if he was her teacher.
"If that's what you want to tell yourself, you just keep thinking it," Misha replied quietly.