your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Knowing about Isla's past only insofar as there was always want to be gossip in places like the Hanged Man, the aviator merely nods to indicate he understood, if only distantly. Even so, were he entirely familiar with the highs and lows of Isla Lockwood's romantic endeavours, he'd still probably have not offered her anything more than a smile. Alas, emotional insight had not been one of the many effects of Dahlia's kiss. "Then I'll say it again and again until you're sick of hearing it." Everest vows with a dimpled smile.
Though he'd stopped himself before, as Isla presses her lips against his, the aviator finds himself helplessly listing to the side. Sliding his arm partially out from beneath her shoulders in order to position himself over her again, as Ever kisses her, he rests his other hand against the top of the headboard that he might not entirely rest his weight against her. "I like like you, as the kids used to say it." He whispers against her lips, his smile making it almost impossible to keep kissing her with any real passion for just a moment.
Though he'd stopped himself before, as Isla presses her lips against his, the aviator finds himself helplessly listing to the side. Sliding his arm partially out from beneath her shoulders in order to position himself over her again, as Ever kisses her, he rests his other hand against the top of the headboard that he might not entirely rest his weight against her. "I like like you, as the kids used to say it." He whispers against her lips, his smile making it almost impossible to keep kissing her with any real passion for just a moment.
