Bella studied his features while she simmered. She fidgeted in place: her arms crossed and then uncrossed, she rolled her eyes, moved her weight from one leg to another, and then folded her arms across her chest once more. Then, as he raised his voice and his language went foul, Bella finally snapped.

"I want to see you because I like you, Jamie!" she replied, red-faced as she took a step towards him. "Is it so difficult to believe someone might like you? If I wanted a gentleman, I would have run off with—." She froze, letting out deep breaths through her teeth as she tried to find the right words.

"It's not like I've been a proper young woman, either! I gave you my virtue—you didn't take it!" she argued, taking another step closer, her brows knitted in frustration. "And I gave it to you because I like you! Don't you understand? Am I making any sense?" she added, poking him square in the chest.

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