She arches an eyebrow right back at him. ”Do you like me, or just the way I look?” she counters. She is used to being liked for the way she looks, but enjoys being liked for more. Pretty girls were easy to find and easy to bed, but pretty girls like her were something else entirely.
He tucks a stray hair behind her ear, and she lets him, enjoying the gesture. His next question takes on a hopeful tone, something that feels more genuine to her. She doesn’t respond right away and he keeps talking, essentially answering the question she had already asked.
Her grin turns a bit more real, something pleased and interested. It was hard not to be mildly flattered at the words he chooses to describe her. ”And how do you recommend we get to know each other better?” she asks, not alluringly but genuinely.
He tucks a stray hair behind her ear, and she lets him, enjoying the gesture. His next question takes on a hopeful tone, something that feels more genuine to her. She doesn’t respond right away and he keeps talking, essentially answering the question she had already asked.
Her grin turns a bit more real, something pleased and interested. It was hard not to be mildly flattered at the words he chooses to describe her. ”And how do you recommend we get to know each other better?” she asks, not alluringly but genuinely.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
