I'll do my best. Those words sent shivers down her back. Zoryana didn't want to have a gun pulled on her again, the fact that it happened in the first place still wasn't sitting well with her. Though, she deserved it. Look what she had done to him, to his family and to the heart that she thought that she had at the time -- which she had and it had broke from the moment that she told him to run. She knew that she had issues with her dark personality, it was a struggle that she was trying to get over but if Ross remembered, her other personality of a laughing woman who couldn't stop poking fun at anything came out while she was drinking.
She heard what he said about her eating habits. She blinked towards him. She had watched him down the handful of things that he had picked and chosen from her fridge, she still remembered the fact that he had touched her face and all she wanted to do was melt right there. Zoryana wanted to show that she wasn't all that dark, though she didn't know what it meant. She didn't like giving things away, didn't like to put herself in a situation that meant that she wasn't in charge. She was very dominating in her own life -- to give that up? Zoryana was slowly going to freak out if she thought about it any more. "Tofu burgers? I eat meat, Ross. I just don't eat it all the time, once in a few months." She wasn't vegan, she had her meats. She reached out and touched his nose, sliding her index finger down the front of it as she smiled. "I just haven't had a reason to keep anything in the fridge and now, it seems like I do." Zoryana never lived with people, not after she ran away from her home after seeing her father at her sisters funeral. She'd have to adjust to it again.
Her hands moved to grasp his, moving closer to him when he had said for her to lead the way. Zoryana leaned in and kissed him softly, drawing away as she held his hand while moving towards the house. "To be honest, I've missed sleeping with you." She didn't mean the sex -- just sleeping next to him, it had brought her some type of peace that she wasn't too sure of how to explain it. She led him to the bedroom as she pulled him in front of her, stopping short to lean on the door frame as she watched him.