[ It's Faraday's turn to lean forward on the table, resting his chin on the heel of his palm. ]
But 'course, this means that you get the full force of all my debonair charms. A wonder you haven't fallen for me, yourself.
[ And this time he does smile, because— well, it's a silly thought, isn't it? Emma Cullen, ever falling for a man like him. Hell would truly have to freeze over for something like that to ever come to pass.
(Even if a part of him wishes. A bitter, warm sort of longing that he tries his best to ignore.) ]
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[ It's Faraday's turn to lean forward on the table, resting his chin on the heel of his palm. ]
But 'course, this means that you get the full force of all my debonair charms. A wonder you haven't fallen for me, yourself.
[ And this time he does smile, because— well, it's a silly thought, isn't it? Emma Cullen, ever falling for a man like him. Hell would truly have to freeze over for something like that to ever come to pass.
(Even if a part of him wishes. A bitter, warm sort of longing that he tries his best to ignore.) ]
You must surely be made of sterner stuff.