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           Itwouldcausemephysicalpaintobeseparatedfromhimnow.

           "Ican’tbesure,I’mstillwoozy,"Imanagedtorespond."Ithinkit’ssomeofboth,though."

           "Maybeyoushouldletmedrive."

           "Areyouinsane?"Iprotested.

           "Icandrivebetterthanyouonyourbestday,"heteased."Youhavemuchslowerreflexes."

           "I’msurethat’strue,butIdon’tthinkmynerves,ormytruck,couldtakeit."

           "Sometrust,please,Bella."

           Myhandwasinmypocket,curledtightlyaroundthekey.Ipursedmylips,deliberated,thenshookmyheadwithatightgrin.

           "Nope.Notachance."

           Heraisedhiseyebrowsindisbelief.

           Istartedtosteparoundhim,headingforthedriver’sside.HemighthaveletmepassifIhadn’twobbledslightly.Thenagain,hemightnothave.Hisarmcreatedaninescapablesnarearoundmywaist.

           "Bella,I’vealreadyexpendedagreatdealofpersonaleffortatthispointtokeepyoualive.I’mnotabouttoletyoubehindthewheelofavehiclewhenyoucan’tevenwalkstraight.Besides,friendsdon’tletfriendsdrivedrunk,"hequotedwithachuckle.Icouldsmelltheunbearablysweetfragrancecomingoffhischest.

           "Drunk?"Iobjected.

           "You’reintoxicatedbymyverypresence."Hewasgrinningthatplayfulsmirkagain.

           "Ican’targuewiththat,"Isighed.Therewasnowayaroundit;Icouldn’tresisthiminanything.Iheldthekeyhighanddroppedit,watchinghishandflashlikelightningtocatchitsoundlessly."Takeiteasy-mytruckisaseniorcitizen."

           "Verysensible,"heapproved.

           "Andareyounotaffectedatall?"Iasked,irked