Sorry this is coming so late…haven't been feeling all that well today.
Twilight isn't mine.
Chapter 11
Bella's POV
He paused as the words slipped by my lips… what the fuck was I thinking, challenging him like that?
He seemed afraid and awkward in my presence. I couldn't put those traits together with the image I had of him just minutes prior to me exiting my car. He had seemed comfortable in his skin and content with messing and laughing with the guys.
What changed?
Was it me?
I mean, what had I done to make him feel as if he had to leave instead of socializing with the fools that now surrounded me…looking for the conversation I was ruefully negating to have.
My body yearned to chase him down and ask… I wanted to know why the distaste or haste to leave?
Why?
I never got the chance as he flew out of that parking lot like a bat out of hell…tires screeching and the smell of exhaust and smoke following close behind.
The only indication that I had affected him, as he had me, was the small yet profound look he spared me before lowering his visor and disappearing from my sight.
This was now a mystery I wanted to solve…what was so wrong with speaking to me or joking as the rest of the bunch clearly tried to initiate?
What are you hiding Lieutenant?
Next chapter in about four hours…