flora
It feels absurd, the way she thinks about edging closer to Jack as if she’s some teenager steeling herself to reach for a boy’s hand. But given how tangled and tumultuous things have been between them for so long, it almost feels justified—like she’s earned the right to hesitate. The last time she’d kissed him with that kind of intent, it had been with a reckless thought of to hell with it all flaring hot in her chest. Now it’s quieter, more dangerous for the softness it carries, and gods she doesn't think it's worth the risk.
Flora hums as though weighing Jack's words, nose wrinkling before she admits, "You probably would have come up with a better idea." The easy concession doesn’t last long; at his criticism, she nudges her hip against his. "You're one to talk."
Her laughter lifts lighter when he groans, his hand flung over his eyes like some martyr. It shakes the heaviness from her thoughts, at least for the moment. "Why d’you even bother eating, when you’re already so full of yourself?" she chuckles, the brightness of it rolling out into the space between them like sun breaking back through the clouds.
Flora hums as though weighing Jack's words, nose wrinkling before she admits, "You probably would have come up with a better idea." The easy concession doesn’t last long; at his criticism, she nudges her hip against his. "You're one to talk."
Her laughter lifts lighter when he groans, his hand flung over his eyes like some martyr. It shakes the heaviness from her thoughts, at least for the moment. "Why d’you even bother eating, when you’re already so full of yourself?" she chuckles, the brightness of it rolling out into the space between them like sun breaking back through the clouds.
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
