i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora blinked at him, one perfectly arched brow lifting. "Rope?" she repeated, like the word itself was one she hadn't heard before. "I was fully planning to just bash it against the hull. Or, now that I’m down here—" She turned, eyeing the Sugar Tide’s elegant profile with a speculative glint, "—chuck it like a javelin and hope for the best."
But then inspiration struck, bright and immediate, and her gasp was sharp enough to make a few nearby hels take off. "Wait—wait wait wait." The champagne was thrust back into Ronin’s hands without preamble, the force of her enthusiasm giving it the same weight as a royal decree. "Hold this."
Bare feet slapping lightly against the dock, she darted back to the bow of her ship and scrambled up the rope ladder, the flutter of her sundress flashing coral and gold against the wood. "Come on," she called down to him, eyes gleaming like sea glass in sunlight. "We're gonna do this right." Her hands windmilled to encourage urgency.
But then inspiration struck, bright and immediate, and her gasp was sharp enough to make a few nearby hels take off. "Wait—wait wait wait." The champagne was thrust back into Ronin’s hands without preamble, the force of her enthusiasm giving it the same weight as a royal decree. "Hold this."
Bare feet slapping lightly against the dock, she darted back to the bow of her ship and scrambled up the rope ladder, the flutter of her sundress flashing coral and gold against the wood. "Come on," she called down to him, eyes gleaming like sea glass in sunlight. "We're gonna do this right." Her hands windmilled to encourage urgency.
