EVEREST
"Come now, there must be." The aviator answers smoothly as his free hand combs a few strands of blonde away from Isla's face, tucking them behind her ear. "After all, things are meant to move from order to disorder, right? So just think of me as the starting place for the rest of you."
Tilting his chin in a silent indication of his skepticism, the aviator presses his lips together. "Listen, so long as I can confidently say that I did more with my afternoon than admiring you in a bathing suit, I'll be happy." Pulsing his fingertips against her lower back to draw her flush against him, Ever lowers his mouth toward her ear.
"But actually I'd quite like to keep ogling you for a little longer if you don't mind." He hums softly, his words curved by the shape of his lips as they twist into a mischievous smile.
Tilting his chin in a silent indication of his skepticism, the aviator presses his lips together. "Listen, so long as I can confidently say that I did more with my afternoon than admiring you in a bathing suit, I'll be happy." Pulsing his fingertips against her lower back to draw her flush against him, Ever lowers his mouth toward her ear.
"But actually I'd quite like to keep ogling you for a little longer if you don't mind." He hums softly, his words curved by the shape of his lips as they twist into a mischievous smile.
They say the odds are stacked against us, babe
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
