never be so kind you forget to be clever
He won’t find fabric beneath his hands—only the smooth, sun-warmed skin of her waist, the faint trace of salt from the sea still clinging to her like a memory. Her body curves into the contact with instinctive ease, a hum of laughter vibrating low in her throat as he draws her close. "Mmm, guilty," she agrees, the word a grin wrapped in silk. "But for what it’s worth, I’ve never been accused of false advertising." Her voice is breathless with amusement now, playful and bright, like sunlight refracted through sea glass. "A tease, yes—but I’m also known for my follow-through."
Still unseen, she tips her head back slightly, her curls no doubt brushing against his chest even if he can’t see them. "You've got quite a decent grip," Flora notes as she laughs again, playfully peeling herself away.
Still unseen, she tips her head back slightly, her curls no doubt brushing against his chest even if he can’t see them. "You've got quite a decent grip," Flora notes as she laughs again, playfully peeling herself away.
