Isla
Perhaps luckily for them both, this isn't Isla's first time, such that she's able to make sure that no one sees their (granted, hilarious) escape into the garden and up the side steps to her apartment. With her hand still wrapped in Ever's, it's a fumble at best to get her door unlocked and open, but blessedly she does manage it within a few seconds, ushering him inside.
It's a note for later more than anything, that Isla's space is open and airy, the windows cracked open and the net curtains bathing the room in soft sunlight. There are books, files, the smell of sandalwood and citrus and black tea, but more importantly, there's a closed door at their backs and a bedroom only a few paces away.
Leaning in for another kiss now that they're appropriately out of public view, Isla takes a moment to dial down the sense of urgency that their escape has created, one hand cupping Ever's cheek while the other drifts down his side. "You can touch me," she invites. "Wherever you like."
It's a note for later more than anything, that Isla's space is open and airy, the windows cracked open and the net curtains bathing the room in soft sunlight. There are books, files, the smell of sandalwood and citrus and black tea, but more importantly, there's a closed door at their backs and a bedroom only a few paces away.
Leaning in for another kiss now that they're appropriately out of public view, Isla takes a moment to dial down the sense of urgency that their escape has created, one hand cupping Ever's cheek while the other drifts down his side. "You can touch me," she invites. "Wherever you like."
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
