( it isn't something she's used to, being with someone, having another's scent, another's touch to look forward to over anyone elses. she wasn't one to become fearful over something growing so familiar, so essential to start her mornings and led heavy lids fall closed each night; there was no part of her that wanted to lose it, but it didn't change how close she feels she's grown to rene without so much as an honest conversation.
isabelle knows better than to confuse attraction, lust with anything kindred to feelings—but he wasn't just some one night stand she'd indulged in a city she'd, at some point, be leaving. he was still stuck to her skin, because she's particular about the men she lets have her in such a way. ) Of course.
( and she has—felt that way. it doesn't bruise her to hear he's had other company within the city, nor does it strike her with the foreign lash of jealousy. rather... she wants that for him, someone to be kind with his griefs. someone to be patient. to look at him for more than those smart ass remarks she knows too well how to counter. )
Being with someone doesn't take away want, Rene. ( a thick thud within her chest, heat catching to her cheeks despite the rain curving over their rounds, stumbling past her lips. there's no way to take back the words, but she can't help the way brows thread together, the way she reels inwardly a moment at how telling a statement it was. )
It just wasn't... the timing was off. ( because why pretend this wasn't about them? )
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isabelle knows better than to confuse attraction, lust with anything kindred to feelings—but he wasn't just some one night stand she'd indulged in a city she'd, at some point, be leaving. he was still stuck to her skin, because she's particular about the men she lets have her in such a way. ) Of course.
( and she has—felt that way. it doesn't bruise her to hear he's had other company within the city, nor does it strike her with the foreign lash of jealousy. rather... she wants that for him, someone to be kind with his griefs. someone to be patient. to look at him for more than those smart ass remarks she knows too well how to counter. )
Being with someone doesn't take away want, Rene. ( a thick thud within her chest, heat catching to her cheeks despite the rain curving over their rounds, stumbling past her lips. there's no way to take back the words, but she can't help the way brows thread together, the way she reels inwardly a moment at how telling a statement it was. )
It just wasn't... the timing was off. ( because why pretend this wasn't about them? )