She understands. Or... well, she thinks she does. Thinks, or maybe just hopes that the intensity in his look is what she wants it to be.
Does she want it to be? Does she want to stumble headlong into something like this again, into men she shouldn't be with and broken promises and dishonour? Dark-haired young men with too much intensity in their eyes seem to be her weakness.
Susan bites her lip, and opens her mouth to say Don't say what you don't mean, or It's best we quit talkin' this way, or something else hard-headed and sensible. What she ends up doing, instead, is leaning in impulsively and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth - brief and chaste and deniable, if she's misread everything. She pulls away, but not far.
poor guy
Does she want it to be? Does she want to stumble headlong into something like this again, into men she shouldn't be with and broken promises and dishonour? Dark-haired young men with too much intensity in their eyes seem to be her weakness.
Susan bites her lip, and opens her mouth to say Don't say what you don't mean, or It's best we quit talkin' this way, or something else hard-headed and sensible. What she ends up doing, instead, is leaning in impulsively and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth - brief and chaste and deniable, if she's misread everything. She pulls away, but not far.
"Thankee. I'll try."