Bella rolled her eyes. "I think it's you who worries to much," she pointed out. "One night on the grass won't kill a woman; at worst, I'd be sniffling in the morning. Many have survived worse." She'd survived worse, yet she wasn't prepared to talk about those unsavory moments that she'd resolved to push from her memory. "But even then, the floor is preferable to the dirt and grass."

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