My brain stalled for a second as her words sank in. I blinked at her, confused. "Teach you how to shave...down there?" I echoed slowly, as if saying it aloud would somehow make more sense.
Bella's entire face turned crimson, and she looked like she wanted to disappear. She clutched the hem of her shirt even tighter, twisting it nervously between her fingers.
"Yeah..." She mumbled, barely loud enough to hear.
I gave her a puzzled look, still trying to wrap my head around the absurd request. "Why are you asking me something like that?" My brow furrowed, suspicion creeping into my tone. "This isn't some...weird perverted thing, is it?"
Bella's eyes widened in horror, and she frantically shook her head. "No! No way! It's not like that!" Her voice came out in a high- pitched squeak, and she waved her hands in front of her as if to physically bat away the accusation. "Why would you even think that?!"
