Bella’s POVThe happiness shattered.Anger rushed through me, hot and immediate. So that was what he wanted. He liked my response to him. He wanted my body, my virginity, the satisfaction of being the man who took it from me. The words he had spoken a moment earlier suddenly seemed cruel, because I had allowed myself to hope they meant more.I already liked him far too much for this to be simple. The thought of giving myself to him had begun to mean more to me than I wanted to admit, and that made his blunt confession hurt even more.I stared up at him, my chest rising and falling as anger tightened every muscle in my body.He noticed. He didn't look away or try to soften what he had said.“Think about it,” he told me.Then he stepped back, unlocked the door, and left me alone on the examination table, trembling from the pleasure and the sudden ache in my chest.As soon as the door closed, I pushed myself upright.My legs were unsteady, and the paper beneath me was damp. The pleasure
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