“I’m not the fairytale kind of woman anyways,” Bea stated honestly. Sure, everyone said she deserved one, but she just couldn’t see where it would work out for her. The best she could hope for was sort of happy, probably. “I already knew you could sound like one of those,” she managed to put a little bit of teasing tone into her words and returned his smile. “So no surprise there, Stone.”
And they were on the same page. Bea didn’t lie as a general rule, but she also didn’t always open her mouth and say shit if she didn’t think it was worth saying. Maybe she needed to remember a little bit of her tactlessness; she’d been keeping her mouth shut more often lately and it wasn’t really helping anything thing, and definitely wasn’t making things better. Hell, it had been the reason for more than one fight with her sister.
At least he hadn’t been offended by the statement about how she wasn’t Lexi, and she didn’t get offended by his either. It was true; Bea wasn’t anything like Lexi and had never wanted to be. “It fucking sucks how people can mess each other up,” she said out loud. She’d never experienced being messed up by a relationship, but she’d seen it enough to understand what kind of baggage it could carry along with it. “Got better things to do than be fucking anxious about whether or not you’re going to screw me over.” Bea wanted to believe that he wouldn’t do that, even if history said it could be a possibility. That was a two way street.
She laughed a little at the smirk, some of the unease she’d felt melting away with the gesture. “I’m a great kisser,” she told him seriously. “The fucking best.” And even with the okay she spent a couple more seconds just standing in Brandon’s space before she rolled up onto the balls of her feet, because fuck, Stone was tall, and used the hand curled into his shirt to tug him down to her level just a little. “I’ll ruin you for any other woman,” she told him as solemnly as she could, though it was difficult to keep a straight face. Not that she bothered with it for long before she kissed him. There was no hesitation in the action, when she committed to something, she committed.
At least she’d have an answer about whether or not it was worth it too. A damn good kisser was easily forgiven a hell of a lot of other things, in her opinion. Maybe that was shallow, but she could be a little shallow sometimes.