"You want..... what?" Pheonix asked me, the cup from his hand falling down, shattering into pieces. My eyebrows shot up at his surprise. But why was he even shocked? Were we not on the same page?
"You heard me, Pheonix. And why are you surprised? Were you dating me without the intention of staying with me?" I asked him, my eyes wide with the offense I had taken at his suddenly astounded face.
And he narrowed his eyes at me. He could sense the fall in my mood. I had taken offense and Grace, the woman who had raised me, always told me I took offense in the pettiest way. That I was petty. Even when kids used to befriend me with any intention other than friendship, my mood would turn sour. And it was about the man who says he loves me. Whom I love.
"Of course not, Bella. Where did this th
