"You should know I'm very interested in wining and dining you."
One thing he really likes about Faye -- and she may not know this -- is how easy it is for him to spend time with her. Sure, it's easy on a physical level now, but it's also really easy when they don't have their hands all over each other. He likes her mind and the way she thinks and sometimes having a conversation with her is a little like a never-ending puzzle where he tries and consistently fails to guess what she's going to come up with next.
They're both incorrigible flirts... but they flirt better together. They're both pretty... but they're prettier together. They're both in love with luxury... but luxury suits them better together. And still, she keeps him on his toes in ways he never expects and for that, he appreciates her more than she could possibly know. He's thought a lot about the way he feels about Faye and while he's not head-over-heels, madly and impossibly in love, he could be. All it would take is a little push in the right direction.
But he doesn't like to push Faye. He already feels incredibly privileged to spend the kind of time with her that he does. For the time being, he's content to keep things on their slow-burn pace. So far, no one's getting scorched, but there is an occasional blast of heat and that's something that satisfies him in deep and complicated ways.
Women aren't my style, sorry. But the others are all very interested.
It's something he really believed at the time, or he wouldn't have said it. The fact that they spend so much private time together now both baffles and delights him.
I think you should stay.
It's one of those things that wanted out, and he didn't say it just because he was lonely.
A fine gold chain sits around her waist, and it's practically driving him to distraction: he'd like nothing more than to slide his fingers beneath it and lay yet another claim to her. But he won't: he'll save that for later, for after he's wined and dined her.
He can hardly wait.
"How's that sun feel?" As far as he's concerned, it feels great. The warmth is almost as good as one of Faye's caresses.
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Date: 2008-04-16 10:47 pm (UTC)One thing he really likes about Faye -- and she may not know this -- is how easy it is for him to spend time with her. Sure, it's easy on a physical level now, but it's also really easy when they don't have their hands all over each other. He likes her mind and the way she thinks and sometimes having a conversation with her is a little like a never-ending puzzle where he tries and consistently fails to guess what she's going to come up with next.
They're both incorrigible flirts... but they flirt better together. They're both pretty... but they're prettier together. They're both in love with luxury... but luxury suits them better together. And still, she keeps him on his toes in ways he never expects and for that, he appreciates her more than she could possibly know. He's thought a lot about the way he feels about Faye and while he's not head-over-heels, madly and impossibly in love, he could be. All it would take is a little push in the right direction.
But he doesn't like to push Faye. He already feels incredibly privileged to spend the kind of time with her that he does. For the time being, he's content to keep things on their slow-burn pace. So far, no one's getting scorched, but there is an occasional blast of heat and that's something that satisfies him in deep and complicated ways.
Women aren't my style, sorry. But the others are all very interested.
It's something he really believed at the time, or he wouldn't have said it. The fact that they spend so much private time together now both baffles and delights him.
I think you should stay.
It's one of those things that wanted out, and he didn't say it just because he was lonely.
A fine gold chain sits around her waist, and it's practically driving him to distraction: he'd like nothing more than to slide his fingers beneath it and lay yet another claim to her. But he won't: he'll save that for later, for after he's wined and dined her.
He can hardly wait.
"How's that sun feel?" As far as he's concerned, it feels great. The warmth is almost as good as one of Faye's caresses.