flora
Flora might have dropped herself into his lap had he not stood, but since he does, she lets her gaze track after him, curls bouncing with the small shake of her head and an affectionate roll of her eyes as the bottle is tucked away.
The mention of talking to Kaisel sooner rather than later, is enough to set heat climbing into her cheeks, a flush she feels all the way down to her collarbone. Just the thought of actually having that conversation has her stomach fluttering uncomfortably, like a storm cloud waiting to break. She drags in a breath that trembles as it leaves her lungs, because there’s nothing left to hide behind now, no excuses or convenient distractions.
And then she moves; too fast, too much like a wave trying to crash over its own hesitation. She loops her arms around Jack in one sudden sweep and presses herself in, cheek to chest, clutching at the warmth of his bare skin as though it might ground her before she can scatter. His heartbeat thuds steady beneath her ear, and she shuts her eyes, pressing tighter until she feels the heat of him seep into her own flushed skin. Rather than thinking what she wants, Flora says it, her lips brushing his chest as she speaks, breath catching as though she’s afraid he might not give it back. "Say you still love me." The words are fragile things, torn out of her not by logic but by ache, the same way a match flares when struck too hard. "Tell me that this is worth it to you."
The mention of talking to Kaisel sooner rather than later, is enough to set heat climbing into her cheeks, a flush she feels all the way down to her collarbone. Just the thought of actually having that conversation has her stomach fluttering uncomfortably, like a storm cloud waiting to break. She drags in a breath that trembles as it leaves her lungs, because there’s nothing left to hide behind now, no excuses or convenient distractions.
And then she moves; too fast, too much like a wave trying to crash over its own hesitation. She loops her arms around Jack in one sudden sweep and presses herself in, cheek to chest, clutching at the warmth of his bare skin as though it might ground her before she can scatter. His heartbeat thuds steady beneath her ear, and she shuts her eyes, pressing tighter until she feels the heat of him seep into her own flushed skin. Rather than thinking what she wants, Flora says it, her lips brushing his chest as she speaks, breath catching as though she’s afraid he might not give it back. "Say you still love me." The words are fragile things, torn out of her not by logic but by ache, the same way a match flares when struck too hard. "Tell me that this is worth it to you."
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
