Re: Misha/Bella
Misha watched Bella as she helped herself to some juice, hoping for her sake that it wasn't spiked as well. Pumpkin juice tended to get away unscathed. He had seen her in classes, obviously, and in the halls, but he hadn't realized how much he longed to do something other than just see her. Usually that would mean sex, but with Bella it meant so much more. He found himself missing the sound of her voice, speaking only to him. He missed the little half smile she gave when she was trying to pretend she wasn't amused, and the way he could make her blush against her will. Misha's gaze was still misty and far away, when Bella returned to his side.
I try, he was going to joke, but then her next comment puzzled him.
Oh.
"He told you then," he said, sounding a bit guilty. Misha didn't regret a single word he'd said to Ash, but Bella hadn't needed to know, to be burdened with the knowledge.