we're always running scared but holding knives
"You will be the first to know," Isla assures him with a quiet laugh, her fingers closing around his own so she can shift to sit up at the end of the bed. Assisting where possible to wriggle out of her dress, it's only as his arms slip around her and add her bra to the discarded clothes pile that she realises how fully dressed he still is, and how clothed she isn't.
With a quip locked and loaded under her tongue, it's only the sight of Remi that keeps it there, Isla as much caught in his gaze as she had been the day before. Exhaling softly, she lets an arm loop around his shoulders as he draws closer, her free hand tracing his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. "Are you saying that you don't want more than this?" she whispers, all but putty beneath his fingers and lips.
"Because respectfully, I don't believe you. And I want more. I want you."
With a quip locked and loaded under her tongue, it's only the sight of Remi that keeps it there, Isla as much caught in his gaze as she had been the day before. Exhaling softly, she lets an arm loop around his shoulders as he draws closer, her free hand tracing his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. "Are you saying that you don't want more than this?" she whispers, all but putty beneath his fingers and lips.
"Because respectfully, I don't believe you. And I want more. I want you."
Isla
