Hannah Johnson's heart raced as he called her "sister," their position still ambiguous, though Isaac Shea did not push further, simply holding her in an embrace that allowed their breaths to intertwine, their body heat to merge...
"What's the matter? I've made up my mind, and now you're unwilling?" He looked down at her, his eyes clear and bright.
His tone carried an inexplicable sense of loss.
"Could it be..."
"During this time, you've found a better option?"
So she didn't need him?
Isaac Shea sounded quite aggrieved.
Hannah pursed her lips:
This...
How has he managed to seem wronged and pitiful?
Hannah was not foolish; she knew he wasn't genuinely naïve or simple. She was well aware that this golden-brown Puppy was doing it on purpose. That tone of his was so affected—an adult man, how could he be so dramatic.
"I don't have any other options." She replied.
At these words, Isaac Shea's smile quirked up, "So, I'm still your first choice?"
Hannah nodded.
