I think I can manage being collateral damage
Ever’s smile tugs crooked at the corners as Isla leans in—wry, still dazed, and more than a little twitterpated. His breath catches the moment her lips graze his, the soft heat of it reigniting the ache he’s only just begun to recover from. [sy]"That seems...statistically unlikely," he murmurs against her mouth, his voice still hoarse with want. "That I’ll catch my breath, I mean. Not with you. Not after...that."
He doesn’t bother trying to hide the way his gaze lingers as she steps away. Swallowing hard, he blinks a few times to reassemble himself, then extends his hand toward her, lacing his fingers with hers as naturally as if they hadn’t just fucked in a changing room under cover of linen and sheer chaos.
"Lunch," ” he agrees at last, guiding her gently away from the stall. "Preferably somewhere with cold drinks. And no mirrors." The words are dry, but his thumb brushes over hers with all the sweetness of a promise not yet spent, his steps already carrying them toward the next quiet place to catch their breath—or try to.
~FIN
He doesn’t bother trying to hide the way his gaze lingers as she steps away. Swallowing hard, he blinks a few times to reassemble himself, then extends his hand toward her, lacing his fingers with hers as naturally as if they hadn’t just fucked in a changing room under cover of linen and sheer chaos.
"Lunch," ” he agrees at last, guiding her gently away from the stall. "Preferably somewhere with cold drinks. And no mirrors." The words are dry, but his thumb brushes over hers with all the sweetness of a promise not yet spent, his steps already carrying them toward the next quiet place to catch their breath—or try to.
~FIN
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