Evan sat back as she began, his expression of mock-listening turning ever-so-slowly into sheer amusement as she kept on. He nodded a bit as she finished her little tirade, actually smiling by the end of it. “Is that what it is, Lizzie? You’re ‘captured with the idea of being my dame’? And have an ‘unconscious resentment for those that hold my affection’? Wow, Lizzie. I’m terribly flattered,” he responded.
For the most part, Evan was content with sitting with her. He was perfectly fine with having a lovely conversation and spending time with her. Then there was the obligatory side of him that knew how wrong this entire situation was and how much he was putting on the line to spend this time with her. On top of it all, however, there was a rapidly growing, unusual urge he felt at the sight of the lovely blush still settling along her face and the uncharacteristic honesty he felt riding on the tip of his tongue. That urge pulled him to desire action, specifically the action of pulling her closer to him and kissing her to deepen that blush. As he considered all of this, he realized he’d been staring and quickly diverted his eyes, clearing his throat a bit conspicuously.