Chapter Twenty-Three
| michael’s pov | I laid out the cloth on the grass, smoothing out the folds and placing the basket we had on it. Belle smiled at me, and I smiled back at her. This time, Ashton wasn’t with us. I didn’t want to sound mean, because he was my friend, but I was glad he couldn’t come. He was so inconsiderate and loud sometimes, that I couldn’t really enjoy the time the three of us spent together. Sitting down, I closed my eyes from the light of the sun. I had to admit– I wasn’t fond of staying outside for a long time. One reason was the fact I could die from heat. The sun was blocked, and I opened my eyes, finding Belle standing in front of me. Her hands were behind her back as she looked down at me. “Don’t you want to sit down?” I ask, pointing at the space beside me. She moved her hea
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