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Her arms are crossed over her heaving chest and her brow is deeply furrowed. I better say… something.
"No, I don't think you're a slut."
"Gee thanks."
"Bella, I'm sorry. It's just…you were so…flirty that first time with me."
"I liked you."
I ignore the verb tense and plow on.
"What if you just happen to …like someone else? Are you going to show him your belly jewelry, too?"
Crap. I fucking hate the way I sound right now. Pouty, whiny, possessive…exactly the kind of guy Bella's already told me she hates.
She frowns. "I wasn't planning on it, no."
A/N: It always comes back to the belly jewelry. *shakes my head in dismay* XXX ~BOH