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{Temperance}
She was doing it again. He wondered for half a moment if she knew what she was doing but then he shook the thought away, Bella underestimated herself to an extreme he couldn't even begin to fathom. He could still barely comprehend the fact that she thought she was ordinary.
He watched her from his seat and he honestly couldn't understand. She was the most beautiful, fascinating, infuriating creature he'd ever laid eyes on and yet she deemed herself to be ordinary. Pretty, yet ordinary.
She was sitting on the floor with her legs pulled up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. He could see the remnants of a scrape under her knee and it didn't take long to remember the time she'd tripped up the stairs. Or to be more correct, the time she'd tripped up the stairs that resulted in that particular scrape. Occasionally, he counted months by her injuries.
Her fingers were winding through the hair at the back of her neck, absentmindedly twirling it out of her ponytail. If she knew the way her neck looked, the way the tendons stood out when she tilted her head in thought and the way the palest freckles he'd ever seen trailed across her skin, he was sure she would have stopped.
But Bella severely overestimated his self control on many occasions, why should he have thought now should be any different.
"Bella," he murmured, voice lifted just enough so that she would hear him over the movie. Her head turned with a bob of her ponytail and she looked at him with questioning eyes. Lovely, beautiful, inquisitive eyes. "Come sit with me."
It wasn't a question, more a request, but the tail end lifted up as if it were a question and she smiled at him brilliantly before standing up and sitting down on the couch. He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her closer, bending one leg to lift hers onto the couch next to him.
She gave him a curious little look, a cunning look, and laid down, pressing her back against his cold chest as one arm unwrapped and trailed down her arm, taking in every scrape, scar and freckle he encountered on the way.
He was sure she didn't know what she was doing. All she was doing was being and that was enough to make him crazy.
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