“Tickle in my throat,” Bella said ignoring Misha’s question even as her cheeks flared a bright share of red. Or a bright shade of shame in Bella’s mind. She couldn’t believe that just happened and she quickly pulled her legs back from Misha’s as she continued to ‘cough’. “Could I get a drink, please? Anything will be okay.” And it would give Bella a couple of moments to collect herself and try and not completely embarrass herself in front of Misha.