Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
A random book appeared at the side of the water when she surfaced - although her eyes were focused elsewhere. It should have been suspicious in its oddity, but the dark purplish-black cover looked like soft velvet that might whisper secrets in the most delicious way, suggesting that it was no threat to them.
Planning to explore the pages when she was done playing with Liam, Thal tilted her head at his words. They weren't what any woman wanted to hear after she'd just stripped in front of a man. The fact that his mind was on anything but her was more than a little annoying and she let out a long, heavy sigh, staring down at his chest while she splayed her fingers flat like she might reach forward to his heart that beat just beneath her grasp. "Some people are too stuck in their ways. That doesn't mean we have to spend our own time and energy worrying about changing their minds." There was a hint of bitterness in her tone, experience painting her own opinion on the matter.
The shrug of her shoulders shifted the inky wet strands of her hair, their wavy ends floating on the surface of the rippling water. "Let them do what they want, and we can do what we want." It was dismissive and curt with a hint of mischief as she lifted her eyes back to him, teasing. "What do you want, Liam?"
Planning to explore the pages when she was done playing with Liam, Thal tilted her head at his words. They weren't what any woman wanted to hear after she'd just stripped in front of a man. The fact that his mind was on anything but her was more than a little annoying and she let out a long, heavy sigh, staring down at his chest while she splayed her fingers flat like she might reach forward to his heart that beat just beneath her grasp. "Some people are too stuck in their ways. That doesn't mean we have to spend our own time and energy worrying about changing their minds." There was a hint of bitterness in her tone, experience painting her own opinion on the matter.
The shrug of her shoulders shifted the inky wet strands of her hair, their wavy ends floating on the surface of the rippling water. "Let them do what they want, and we can do what we want." It was dismissive and curt with a hint of mischief as she lifted her eyes back to him, teasing. "What do you want, Liam?"
