flora
Glancing over her shoulder at him, the banter has her shoulders relaxing down ever so slightly as she smirks. "You'd say that, but minute for minute, you're much more useful to me with them on." Which, yes, was a cheapshot about how long he lasted in bed,>>>>>>.
Flexing her toes in her sandals, Flora combs her fingers through her hair before noticing that Jack had slowed at her side. Turning slowly, his gaze has a cold shot of adrenaline rushing up her arms and sliding down her spine before pooling uncomfortably in her belly. Running her hands up her arms where goosebumps have broken out despite the heat, Flora glances around at the empty beach as if yet another void panther might spring out and stop this conversation from happening.
"It doesn't need to happen." She says in a small voice, having to tug her gaze away from a spray of seagrasses. "I just got carried away." The fingers that had unlaced the initial knots in her mind had been summarily punished, broken that afternoon while she lay in bed, in fact, if only because broken fingers were easier to mend than broken hearts. "Because of what happened, it.." Forcing herself to meet his eyes, there's little reason to paint a smile on her lips, but she does it anyway. "..it won't happen again, okay?"
Flexing her toes in her sandals, Flora combs her fingers through her hair before noticing that Jack had slowed at her side. Turning slowly, his gaze has a cold shot of adrenaline rushing up her arms and sliding down her spine before pooling uncomfortably in her belly. Running her hands up her arms where goosebumps have broken out despite the heat, Flora glances around at the empty beach as if yet another void panther might spring out and stop this conversation from happening.
"It doesn't need to happen." She says in a small voice, having to tug her gaze away from a spray of seagrasses. "I just got carried away." The fingers that had unlaced the initial knots in her mind had been summarily punished, broken that afternoon while she lay in bed, in fact, if only because broken fingers were easier to mend than broken hearts. "Because of what happened, it.." Forcing herself to meet his eyes, there's little reason to paint a smile on her lips, but she does it anyway. "..it won't happen again, okay?"
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
