Bella held up the bottle of Boone's farm wine for inspection, being too uneducated to the world of alcoholic beverages to really know what was what and whether or not it was any good. Her complexion was slowly returning to its normal pale glow, and that was good. She had made her way to the counter and was just about to confirm that she had no intentions whatsoever in taking any sides at all, and then he did that.
She turned to face him and lifted her chin, feeling almost incapable of breathing in the closeness. The way he moved and the way he spoke did things to her, and she had no idea how to deal with absolutely any of them. Bella swallowed hard, finding herself incapable of taking her eyes off of his. "I think I have enough brothers," she agreed softly.