Isla
Puzzled at first, Isla finds herself gently shaking her head to the aviator, leaning in again to try and kiss away the change in his expression. "No, I know," she murmurs, smiling and reaching up to let her thumb graze across his stubbled cheek. "I agree with you, Ever," she says, trying to find a way to tease out the threads of confusion that have suddenly snarled around them.
"All I meant was that, at the moment, I'm the only experience you've had. So you should absolutely go out and have more of them. That's all." Because who knows - whatever fledgling feelings the aviator has for her might only be a result of an endorphin rush, and they might cool off the more comfortable Ever becomes. Isla is hoping that they don't, of course, but she won't trap him in her bed and take that opportunity away.
"Does that make sense?" She smiles hopefully.
"All I meant was that, at the moment, I'm the only experience you've had. So you should absolutely go out and have more of them. That's all." Because who knows - whatever fledgling feelings the aviator has for her might only be a result of an endorphin rush, and they might cool off the more comfortable Ever becomes. Isla is hoping that they don't, of course, but she won't trap him in her bed and take that opportunity away.
"Does that make sense?" She smiles hopefully.
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
