I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
"I don't think I am deserving of any of the credit." Ever counts with a shake of his head. Shifting in order to better be able to gaze down at Isla while perched on the lip of the bath, if his eyes do distractedly leave her pebble-blue stare to follow the lavender whorls on the surface of the water and what they hide beneath, hopefully she'll forgive him. He is potentially sick, after all.
"Are you? Well you certainly look well." Ever agrees, his eyes darting back toward her face with a boyish flush before dipping his fingers experimentally into the water and raising a brow. "If it is you, I suppose we could try and see if I can build up some sort of tolerance? Of course, that will mean a good deal of exposure therapy." Given the amount of time the pair already spent together, in terms of a proper treatment plan it was a bit ridiculous, but for the purposes of bathtime foreplay, Ever wasn't worried about being hung up on the details.
And ever since the water had stopped running, he felt fine.
Tugging off his shirt, the aviator folds it and sets it down on the lip of the sink before turning back to Isla. "What do you think, doctor?"
"Are you? Well you certainly look well." Ever agrees, his eyes darting back toward her face with a boyish flush before dipping his fingers experimentally into the water and raising a brow. "If it is you, I suppose we could try and see if I can build up some sort of tolerance? Of course, that will mean a good deal of exposure therapy." Given the amount of time the pair already spent together, in terms of a proper treatment plan it was a bit ridiculous, but for the purposes of bathtime foreplay, Ever wasn't worried about being hung up on the details.
And ever since the water had stopped running, he felt fine.
Tugging off his shirt, the aviator folds it and sets it down on the lip of the sink before turning back to Isla. "What do you think, doctor?"
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