inspiresawe.
love. a cringe threatens to manifest on pixie features, to betray the cool composure jane’s trying to maintain throughout this whole conversation. jesus, did he have to throw that word in her face? she tries to tell herself it’s just an unfortunate piece of his vocabulary, as meaningless as any of his other trademark musings, but the warmth in his eyes conveys a much more serious tale.
he’s made the grave mistake of falling in love with her, and jane is too goddamn selfish to really stop him. so she kisses him instead, crimson lips swallowing his mouth, urgent and needy. anything to keep him from realizing that she’s miles and miles away from feeling the same way about him. she’s just not ready for love.
❝ let’s just drop it, okay? forget i said anything. it doesn’t matter. ❞
that’s what jesse wants to do --- he wants to forget that she sounded so doubtful and afraid... the thing is that jane sounded real. and this one sounds kinda fake. definitely colder. this one is saying what he needs to hear, but he has a gut instinct that’s yet to really let him down. and something is screaming loud for him to get to the bottom of whatever this is.
❝ actually, uh? no? ... it does matter. it TOTALLY matters. so uh, can we talk about this? how you really feel about us ? ❞
