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           Iwastemptedtopeek,justtoseeifhewasreallyflyingthroughtheforestlikebefore,butIresisted.Itwasn’tworththatawfuldizziness.Icontentedmyselfwithlisteningtohisbreathcomeandgoevenly.

           Iwasn’tquitesurewehadstoppeduntilhereachedbackandtouchedmyhair.

           "It’sover,Bella."

           Idaredtoopenmyeyes,and,sureenough,wewereatastandstill.Istifflyunlockedmystrangleholdonhisbodyandslippedtotheground,landingonmybackside.

           "Oh!"IhuffedasIhitthewetground.

           Hestaredatmeincredulously,evidentlynotsurewhetherhewasstilltoomadtofindmefunny.Butmybewilderedexpressionpushedhimovertheedge,andhebrokeintoaroaroflaughter.

           Ipickedmyselfup,ignoringhimasIbrushedthemudandbrackenoffthebackofmyjacket.Thatonlymadehimlaughharder.Annoyed,Ibegantostrideoffintotheforest.

           Ifelthisarmaroundmywaist.

           "Whereareyougoing,Bella?"

           "Towatchabaseballgame.Youdon’tseemtobeinterestedinplayinganymore,butI’msuretheotherswillhavefunwithoutyou."

           "You’regoingthewrongway."

           Iturnedaroundwithoutlookingathim,andstalkedoffintheoppositedirection.Hecaughtmeagain.

           "Don’tbemad,Icouldn’thelpmyself.Youshouldhaveseenyourface."Hechuckledbeforehecouldstophimself.

           "Oh,you’retheonlyonewho’sallowedtogetmad?"Iasked,raisingmyeyebrows.

           "Iwasn’tmadatyou."

           "’Bella,you’llbethedeathofme’?"Iquotedsourly.

           "Thatwassimplyastatementoffact."