“Fine then. A prude,” Bella countered as her smile grew now that her cheek was feeling much better. “Not having sex is definitely the definition of a prude.” Though sitting there in just Misha’s t-shirt also said she probably wasn’t a prude either.
She squeezed Misha’s knee when he placed his large hand over hers and a soft blush started to appear on her cheeks. “Will I need ice as well or will the salve you put on help with the inflammation and bruising?” Bellas asked not really wanting to go back to her cheek but she also didn’t want to wake up the next morning with a swollen face.