EVEREST
"That's another thing I've found confusing. I think I've heard in equal amounts—" And truly this says more about the company he keeps than anything else. "—that sex can be just for pleasure as much as for intimacy in a relationship." Again he turns his big blue eyes toward Isla, as if she might instantly know the ratio between casual and meaningful sex, or to point him in one direction or the other.
"That's what I don't know yet." He says with a sigh, rubbing at his shoulder vaguely where a burn is starting to set in. "And even when things have felt good, I haven't always known how to replicate them." This is where, without saying precisely with who, Ever explains how he'd tried to chase the ghost of arousal he'd felt when kissing Mateo, and how his fingers had scoured the botanist's body in search of it, but to no avail. "That might have also been the drugs, though."
Biting thoughtfully at the inside of his lip, entirely unsure with whom to place the bulk of his trust, Ever nods. "Well, I hope I'm good at it. Or that I can learn to be. I think I would enjoy making people feel good in that way."
"That's what I don't know yet." He says with a sigh, rubbing at his shoulder vaguely where a burn is starting to set in. "And even when things have felt good, I haven't always known how to replicate them." This is where, without saying precisely with who, Ever explains how he'd tried to chase the ghost of arousal he'd felt when kissing Mateo, and how his fingers had scoured the botanist's body in search of it, but to no avail. "That might have also been the drugs, though."
Biting thoughtfully at the inside of his lip, entirely unsure with whom to place the bulk of his trust, Ever nods. "Well, I hope I'm good at it. Or that I can learn to be. I think I would enjoy making people feel good in that way."
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
