we're always running scared but holding knives
"Well, I haven't written a research paper on it, but..." Shrugging a little and offering him a half-smile for his trouble, the casual front is feeble at best, especially as he devastates her all over again with sincere compliments whispered through a lilting accent. "Looking beautiful is nothing. I feel beautiful with you right now," she murmurs, happily caught once more in the music of his lips.
A soft moan thrums up in her throat to feel herself pinned against Remi in all the right places, and as he parts enough to speak, Isla is left breathless and pliant in his arms. "I will," she says, smiling because it sounds like a vow but feeling too wound up to correct her wording. "I don't think I could say no even if the complex depended on it," she adds with a somewhat mischievous smile.
A soft moan thrums up in her throat to feel herself pinned against Remi in all the right places, and as he parts enough to speak, Isla is left breathless and pliant in his arms. "I will," she says, smiling because it sounds like a vow but feeling too wound up to correct her wording. "I don't think I could say no even if the complex depended on it," she adds with a somewhat mischievous smile.
Isla
