She had found out about the arrangement near the end of her fifth year. Her parents had ensured her that they had made a good decision and that she would be happy, but all she could think about was the fact that she barely knew him and that he was so quiet that in school she hadn't even been sure he knew how to speak. Their first meeting had been tense and the one after that and after that. It was over a year before they had ended any meeting on a civil note. By the summer before her seventh year something had changed. She was looking forward to graduation now and to her marriage. At this point she had been half tempted to get married during winter's break.
"Are your hands as dirty as your mouth?" She muttered, still not stopping him. To an outsider it would have looked like he was intimidating her, forcing her to do things that she didn't want. He was too physically imposing to look tender or affectionate. That was fine with Bella. She thought tender and affectionate was boring.
"I am my own," she informed him mildly, letting him hold her the way he wanted, even relaxing her weight in his arms. "Besides, at your age I doubt you could keep up with me." She wasn't sure why she said it, probably because it was easier to keeping being a bitch than to be honest about the fact that she was glad to see him.