"I think it's the company I keep. If I'm a scoundrel, then I'm a scoundrel by association." She was hoping that no one made assumptions about one of them based on the actions of the other, because they were setting themselves up for dissapointment. Bishop and Jace may have been incredibly close, but they were also incredibly different. They balanced each other out. It sounded kind of hokey, even in her thoughts, to think that he was what she'd needed for her entire life, yet it was true. He was, in so many ways, her other half.
After he kissed her, she rolled over onto her stomach, keeping herself propped up on her elbows. "Crazy about me?" A quick tingle went up and down her spine. Every time he said something like that, she got a little more hopeful about her feelings for him being returned. She knew that it was unlikely that he loved her back, but she couldn't stop wishing for it. "You're in luck. I don't plan on changing anything. I like myself the way I am, too."
Grinning, she rested all of her weight on one arm so that she could run her fingers through her hair. Bishop couldn't go too long without one of those quick touches. It was almost a way of comforting herself, of reminding herself that he was still there. That was probably kind of unhealthy, but she didn't want to try to stop. "I dunno, though. Nothing at all? You're probably the only person that thinks that." She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye. "I've been told I need to be nicer, or less hostile. But nothing? I guess I'm luckier than I thought."