Hey, I'm just telling the truth. ( which merits another shrug; why hide the way he feels about her? it's not like it'd change anything. the circumstances will remain the same, as will how both of them interact with one another. he, casually flirty but ultimately understanding, and she, appreciative but firm in how she responds. that won't stop them for going tit for tat with one another, remarks exchanged like hits thrown during a round of sparring.

isabelle's next counterattack makes rene laugh through the raindrops that slide down his cheeks, down his forehead and neck. ) Sure. I'm not saying I've never kissed nobody else here. ( that, maybe, was something that ... he wasn't really looking to say, probably isn't the smartest thing to say to someone you're trying to appeal to even though you know you shouldn't, but blame it on the — heat of the moment, maybe. the little blip of adrenaline that might've spiked when she mentioned his nonexistent deprivation.

except he is deprived. of her. ) Doesn't mean there ain't things I want that I can't have. I'm sure you've felt the same way at some point in your life. Doesn't everyone?