“I thought you were being polite,” Ivy murmured, her eyes falling away from mine as she spoke, though her hand drifted up to cup the one I held against her face, pressing my hand more tightly against her.
Awwh, Ivy's kind of like a puppy who's been kicked too many times (while I abhor the mental image that conjurs, it's rather true). She wants so desperately to believe that Rachel's serious but the memories of past rejection won't let her. :/
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“I thought you were being polite,” Ivy murmured, her eyes falling away from mine as she spoke, though her hand drifted up to cup the one I held against her face, pressing my hand more tightly against her.
Awwh, Ivy's kind of like a puppy who's been kicked too many times (while I abhor the mental image that conjurs, it's rather true). She wants so desperately to believe that Rachel's serious but the memories of past rejection won't let her. :/