Re: Misha/Bella
Misha just smirked. No matter what Bella said, he had been the one on the field two weeks prior, basically having to peel himself off of her. There was no denying that they had a spark between them, along with whatever else was there, and if Misha hadn't put a stop to it, things would have been very heated.
He watched Bella closely, happy to see a smile form on her lips. So, he hadn't fucked it all up yet, but the night was young. He stepped closer to her, happy to hear any secret she had to tell him. His feet seemed to freeze to the floor however, when she dropped what felt like a bombshell.
"What?!" he said loudly, not with anger but clearly with astonishment.
"Why on earth would you... It was your father, wasn't it?" he followed up, with a mental speed that would surprise many.