Puffing out a giggle she moved to stand before him making a flippant motion with her hand as she spoke.
β Alright, get comfy then it'd be a shame if your leg fell asleep during a make-out session. β
He raised his brow at her. Lucky? What did she mean by that? He had to think about what she was saying... Sit on her lap... Maybe...
"Maybe later. Just come on."
Isa wasn't going to pressure him, she understood a random girl coming up and requesting to make-out could be quite odd.
β Aw ~ you're sweet /and/ cute. What a combo. β