| michael’s pov |
“Hey,” she said, once I answered her call. Her voice was soft, yet there was something else about it– something I couldn’t tell.
“Hey,” I replied, having the same tone as her. I didn’t have anything to say, anyway. She probably called me up because of Ashton. She was bound to see his bruise someday.
She mumbled some incoherent words, before I could really understand her. “Thanks, though. I kind of understand why you did it, not that I’m going against Ash. And I appreciate it, even though he has this huge gauze on his face.” Belle laughed heartily, as if she meant it.
There was an awkward silence after that. As usual, I didn’t know what to tell her. ‘Oh, by the way, I love you. That’s why I did it.’
No. There was no way I could tell her that.
“So, that’s all I was g
