Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

His reply surprised a laugh out of her that she couldn’t smother in time. Fucking hell, trust Penn to say something like that. But you know what? It was honest. He didn’t play games with her. And he never bothered with empty words.

How romantic. How can a girl refuse an offer like that? She replied, overselling it entirely. Then she let out a breath, flicking her tail restlessly. Back to sincere, because if they were going down this route, she was saying what she needed to say.

I wish it was that easy. But I’m not like mom. I need more than that, and unless you planned on sticking with me, kids or no, I’d have to pass. She should just say what she meant. She should just ask. But she didn’t even know the right question, when it came to Penn. She knew he liked her. She didn’t know what that meant, or how far it went, or what he needed from a future with someone else. So she said what she wanted, what she needed, and let him fill in the blanks.