we're always running scared but holding knives
"I know you might think that sounded terrible and really awkward, but honestly... you said it better than I ever could," Isla says gently, smiling up at him. "It is a different sort of closeness. And I will always miss that with you, but I also value being around you more than being in your pants, so... cold showers for you and a stern talking to for me whenever I get ideas?"
She wants to plan to see him again, but fuck, he's right, and Isla has to nod her agreement. "I will send you a letter when I next get a fun shift to use," she says. "And we will come back and explore this jungle a little more. Or another place, if the shift isn't as jaguar...y. But before I go, can you just... think of waterfalls or something? Something distracting."
Turning, she reaches up to wrap her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm glad I ran into you, Remi."
She wants to plan to see him again, but fuck, he's right, and Isla has to nod her agreement. "I will send you a letter when I next get a fun shift to use," she says. "And we will come back and explore this jungle a little more. Or another place, if the shift isn't as jaguar...y. But before I go, can you just... think of waterfalls or something? Something distracting."
Turning, she reaches up to wrap her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm glad I ran into you, Remi."
Isla
