flora
Flora gasps in delighted protest when his hand presses her flush against him, the sly smile that breaks across her lips making it clear she hardly minds the possessive anchor of his grip. But as he suddenly rolls away, she props herself on an elbow to frown after him—only for the view of his bare ass marching toward the door to tug her mouth into another smirk. She bites her lip, amused as much by the sight as by the barked order that echoes out into the corridor, her gaze never straying from him even once the door shuts again.
By the time he reaches his desk, all sharp shoulders and rum-stained glare, Flora can’t take the look seriously with him standing naked in the middle of the cabin. Sitting up, she pushes her curls to one shoulder in a deliberately slow sweep and lifts a brow, a shrug tugging one strap of ruined lingerie looser down her arm. "So what, you’re planning on blaming me for every single thing that goes wrong this trip?" she teases, her tone coy and coaxing at once. Her grin flashes bright, an edge of promise in it. "Because if that’s the deal, then I'm going to raid more than your closet to make up for it."
By the time he reaches his desk, all sharp shoulders and rum-stained glare, Flora can’t take the look seriously with him standing naked in the middle of the cabin. Sitting up, she pushes her curls to one shoulder in a deliberately slow sweep and lifts a brow, a shrug tugging one strap of ruined lingerie looser down her arm. "So what, you’re planning on blaming me for every single thing that goes wrong this trip?" she teases, her tone coy and coaxing at once. Her grin flashes bright, an edge of promise in it. "Because if that’s the deal, then I'm going to raid more than your closet to make up for it."
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
