The truth never makes it to Jane's lips, not even to her eyes.
"No," she lies, quickly, convincingly. Though is it a lie still, when a part of her means it? Now more than ever before? And if she's lying, why is she able to look him in the eyes as she admits that?
She's only lying to herself, she supposes.
She sets Neufie down on the couch and the cat is all too happy to snuggle into Jon's side instead of hers. She'd have huffed and called the furball a traitor for that, if their conversation wasn't very serious. But it is, so she doesn't jest about it. She lifts a hand to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheek gently. "I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. But I did."
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"No," she lies, quickly, convincingly. Though is it a lie still, when a part of her means it? Now more than ever before? And if she's lying, why is she able to look him in the eyes as she admits that?
She's only lying to herself, she supposes.
She sets Neufie down on the couch and the cat is all too happy to snuggle into Jon's side instead of hers. She'd have huffed and called the furball a traitor for that, if their conversation wasn't very serious. But it is, so she doesn't jest about it. She lifts a hand to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheek gently. "I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. But I did."