His compliment got a smirk out of Isabel and she turned her head toward him, lowering her sunglasses to watch him. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that he was too sweet, that she was (unintentionally) going to break his heart, to tell him so many things that she knew she ought to. However, despite knowing all of that, she liked Stiles. Maybe it was selfish and horrible, but he made her feel safe and special. Stiles wouldn't break her heart and she didn't think that he'd reject her. Of course, she'd been too afraid to try anything serious for fear that she was wrong about that. Isabel iwa far more fragile than she'd like anyone to know.
She didn't expect a safe, happy future. She was reasonably sure that girls like her didn't get those sorts of futures no matter how much they wanted them.
Her hand stayed there because she liked the way he leaned into that touch. Right now, in this vulnerable state, she wished they had this all the time too. She wished she could allow herself that vulnerability, wished she knew that she'd survive this. She wanted that safety, that gentleness, that domesticity. She just didn't think that she could have that, not without it destroying her.
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Date: 2016-09-06 06:42 am (UTC)She didn't expect a safe, happy future. She was reasonably sure that girls like her didn't get those sorts of futures no matter how much they wanted them.
Her hand stayed there because she liked the way he leaned into that touch. Right now, in this vulnerable state, she wished they had this all the time too. She wished she could allow herself that vulnerability, wished she knew that she'd survive this. She wanted that safety, that gentleness, that domesticity. She just didn't think that she could have that, not without it destroying her.