heathen’s kiss

She blushed again, for almost no reason it felt like. It was just something in the way he looked at her, and spoke to her that made her react that way. The only other person she had ever met that managed to make her blush every time they opened their mouth was Frey - but that usually had more to do with the content of their words. Phoebe bit her lip and glanced down at her cinnamon roll, unsure what to say in response. "Uhm..." But...why did have to be how often she wanted to see him? That almost seemed like all the work to maintain whatever feelings were making this a thing were being put on her. And she didn't want to be in that position again. "I think I'd rather know how often you want to see me." she said quietly, glancing back up at him. She was curious, just how much time and effort being a thing was to him. He liked her but...she had put her heart and soul into a man before and been burned. She wanted to be chased a little bit, she wanted to see him put some effort forth before she let herself fall like that again. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world