"I can't say yes. I think we're better off as brother and sister."
"Why?" Faint traces of red appeared in Jensen Morrison's eyes. They reflected the rosy clouds filling the sky, giving him a captivating, almost demonic, allure.
"Isn't being family, like a brother and sister, better than being lovers? You're a perceptive man. You've seen your share of romance. How many lovers whisper sweet nothings under the moon, only to turn into bitter enemies the next second, practically at each other's throats? But family... that's a bond of blood. Even with all the arguments, you can't break it, you can't tear it apart. Just think about it. Isn't that right?" Ivy Holden's heart ached as she said this, and she couldn't bring herself to look Jensen Morrison in the eye.
Jensen Morrison squeezed her hand, his fingers lightly tracing the back of hers. A faint smile touched his lips. "Ivy, you're flustered."
Ivy Holden snatched her hand back. "I am not! What would I have to be flustered about?!"
