[The accusation disguises the thin line of tension running through her, the anticipation of another slap to the face. Bella's brush with heartbreak scalded and poisoned her ability to lay herself open for any other person.
But that tenseness vanishes, and she snorts outright. Her. Having too much. Bella arches her brows up at him; even heels can't bring them eye level.]
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But that tenseness vanishes, and she snorts outright. Her. Having too much. Bella arches her brows up at him; even heels can't bring them eye level.]
I look taken advantage of?