edward.

HE HAS THE sudden urge to KISS her. has to angle his body AWAY to ignore the NEED, verdant gaze averted. “ YEAH. definitely beats out any video game they’ve EVER played. ” his lips QUIVER, his pleasure so sharp and uplifting that he cannot CONTAIN it. “ are … are we FRIENDS, then? ”

he shifts – just slightly, away from her. she notices it, and to her, its a surprising ODDITY to feel dismay over such a thing. her head turns to him, tilting slightly – almost a questioning movement – delicate brows furrowing just barely, lips scarcely pursing. his following question only frustrates her FURTHER – friends ???? there were so many simply platonic connotations, one’s she feels nearly uncomfortable with for the measure of how much she’s come to CARE for him; how borderline possessive, she realizes. her expression only becomes more disgruntled, before she turns it away to look ahead of her, trying to conjure a reply. even her tone sounds uncertain. ❛ if — that’s what you want, then yes. ❜
agnelino reblogged this from brandofhercin-a-blog
brandofhercin-a-blog reblogged this from agnelino