Still flushed, Bella managed to move to her feet. "Well," she said quietly, "I suppose I'll see you in the morning." She silently moved across the room, only reaching out to gently touch his shoulder as she passed his chair. Once she'd reached the doorway that led into the sitting room, she glanced over her shoulder. "I'll make breakfast in the morning. It's... the least I can do."

— MJ is MAGICAL —