Got a bag full of clothes, a bottle of wine. Only say how I feel From the back of my mind
Her confirmation floods through him like a tide, and for a moment Everest forgets what hesitation even feels like. His hand slips from her hair—reluctantly—to brace against the blanket behind him, the subtle shift in weight inviting her to drape more fully across him.
The next kiss deepens without thought or calculation, his mouth moving with growing confidence against hers. No longer tentative or unsure, his tongue sweeps with quiet intent, tasting the wine still lingering on her tongue as his other hand flexes at her hip, holding her closer with a certainty that borders on possessive. Not rough. Never that, though he has been schooled in what it means and when it's useful.
The heat curling through him now has little to do with the sun overhead and everything to do with the feeling of her body, with the delicate drag of her fingers down his chest. He feels her through the layers between them, too much and not nearly enough. And though there’s still the framework of Ever—his carefulness, his sharp lines—those pieces are melting fast beneath Isla’s hands and mouth, softening into something far more guided by feeling than thought.
The next kiss deepens without thought or calculation, his mouth moving with growing confidence against hers. No longer tentative or unsure, his tongue sweeps with quiet intent, tasting the wine still lingering on her tongue as his other hand flexes at her hip, holding her closer with a certainty that borders on possessive. Not rough. Never that, though he has been schooled in what it means and when it's useful.
The heat curling through him now has little to do with the sun overhead and everything to do with the feeling of her body, with the delicate drag of her fingers down his chest. He feels her through the layers between them, too much and not nearly enough. And though there’s still the framework of Ever—his carefulness, his sharp lines—those pieces are melting fast beneath Isla’s hands and mouth, softening into something far more guided by feeling than thought.
