”Perhaps,” she says playfully, drawing out the word. ”Or perhaps my worst qualities are also my best.” Most of them were even true, though she does not actually consider herself lazy. Her brother might think she’s good for nothing but getting drunk and disappearing (a lie, or he would have starved to death by now), but she is actually very hard working. When she wants to be, that is. The rest though? All true, and not necessarily all bad.
She laughs as he says that he’s hot enough to melt any heart, reaching her fingers out to touch his sun-kissed skin. ”Perhaps literally. I think I ought to be afraid you’ll simply melt me. I am also made of snow and ice.” Her tone is simply playful, for she is certainly not so easily melted. Though he is certainly attractive.
He holds out the fish and she leans forward to take another piece between her fingers, popping itinto her mouth. She grabs another piece, though instead of eating this bite, holds it up toward his mouth, offering to feed him the piece of fish.
She laughs as he says that he’s hot enough to melt any heart, reaching her fingers out to touch his sun-kissed skin. ”Perhaps literally. I think I ought to be afraid you’ll simply melt me. I am also made of snow and ice.” Her tone is simply playful, for she is certainly not so easily melted. Though he is certainly attractive.
He holds out the fish and she leans forward to take another piece between her fingers, popping itinto her mouth. She grabs another piece, though instead of eating this bite, holds it up toward his mouth, offering to feed him the piece of fish.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
