"Pity nobody wants mine," I lament, glancing ruefully downwards at myself and pouting.
Em coughs. I eye her. "What?" I ask, suspiciously.
"I want to ask you something, Bella. But you have to promise to keep it private."
"Who'm I going to tell?" I ask, waving a hand. "Just the two of us here."
"Promise," she says, leaning forward intently.
"I promise," I say, slightly distracted by how her breasts swing as she moves.
"What if I told you that I had a crush on someone?"
"Someone?" I ask.
"A girl someone," she says, dropping her gaze.
"I'd say whoever it was was a lucky woman," I reply, trying to hide the dismay I feel. "Very lucky."
"Why?" she asks, reaching out to touch my knee.
"Because. Because, if I could have someone as loyal and loving as you, I'd never have to be afraid of b
