"Oh," she breathes out through a grin, her nose scrunching and her shoulders shaking with undisguised laughter. "Special hearts and flowers."
She leans sideways until her hair brushes his shoulder.
"Think I'm finally understanding what made you good with women."
One thing she's only forgotten once is that he's a con man, and when she'd really started to let her guard down around him on the island is when he used her as a pawn.
She never saw it coming.
It'd stung. Maybe the fact that they were stuck together on the island and then stuck together here made her move past it more quickly than she would've if they'd been in a normal set of circumstances back home, but she thinks -- she hopes -- that they've moved past the point that he'd willingly do something like that again.
But she can admit it: he did it well. She may have disliked it, but she was kind of impressed.
He puts that effort into getting into a woman's good graces -- he's got his charm, she can't deny it, so it wouldn't be too hard -- and even when she's not joking or being sarcastic, she understands it.
She understands it more than she's ever really been willing to let on, even now.
She's just sat up straight again, leaning against the seat back, when she realizes his arm's stretching across the back. Maybe she smiles in spite of herself as she keeps her eyes on the game, but she doesn't say a word about it.
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She leans sideways until her hair brushes his shoulder.
"Think I'm finally understanding what made you good with women."
One thing she's only forgotten once is that he's a con man, and when she'd really started to let her guard down around him on the island is when he used her as a pawn.
She never saw it coming.
It'd stung. Maybe the fact that they were stuck together on the island and then stuck together here made her move past it more quickly than she would've if they'd been in a normal set of circumstances back home, but she thinks -- she hopes -- that they've moved past the point that he'd willingly do something like that again.
But she can admit it: he did it well. She may have disliked it, but she was kind of impressed.
He puts that effort into getting into a woman's good graces -- he's got his charm, she can't deny it, so it wouldn't be too hard -- and even when she's not joking or being sarcastic, she understands it.
She understands it more than she's ever really been willing to let on, even now.
She's just sat up straight again, leaning against the seat back, when she realizes his arm's stretching across the back. Maybe she smiles in spite of herself as she keeps her eyes on the game, but she doesn't say a word about it.