Isla
He's too quick for her, and as he snags her wrist Isla can do little more than grace him with a smile that would be all innocence were it not for the tip of a fang just about visible. "Well," she says, using her free hand to slowly pull the seaweed off his forehead (and making a point of dragging it all over his face as she does so, sorry not sorry). "I was reading a book the other night, and they managed to cook something by covering it in hot sand."
And if anywhere has sand hot enough to attempt such a thing, it's Torchline in Longheat. "I thought we could try it," Isla continues, rolling her shoulders in a lazy shrug. "You could go out and catch some fish in your very impressive all-fat shift, and I can get everything else ready from one of the stalls."
And if anywhere has sand hot enough to attempt such a thing, it's Torchline in Longheat. "I thought we could try it," Isla continues, rolling her shoulders in a lazy shrug. "You could go out and catch some fish in your very impressive all-fat shift, and I can get everything else ready from one of the stalls."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
