in third person

"Are you holding me because I'm cold, or do you have ulterior motives?" she asked, her arms wrapped teasingly around his neck. He grinned, but his eyes grew serious.

You're a really fun girl, and we have a good time together, but I don't really think that we would ever work out in the long term." She was startled. It had been a question asked in jest, and although she didn't really want him, it stung that he had thought about it and decided he didn't want her either. Her smile stayed on her face, but she sat very still in his arms.

"We're very different, aren't we."

"Too different," he said quietly. She looked away. "Don't get me wrong," he continued, the twinkle returning to his eyes, "I would love making out with you."