you can call me honey if you want
Flora sighs, not with impatience but with something softer, something quieter. Her gaze lingers on Kaisel as if she's trying to drink him in—his voice, his smile, the press of his hand against her salt-slick calf—as if doing so could store him somewhere behind her ribs for later. "I know," she says gently, voice low and fond. "I really do. And I get why you're there." She shrugs, curls shifting where they rest against the cushion. "Besides, it's so fun showing you how much I miss you when do come back. Wouldn’t be nearly as dramatic if you were always here." Her nose wrinkles playfully, affection curling the corners of her mouth.
But then—then—he says the words skinny dipping, and it’s like setting off fireworks in broad daylight. Her mouth drops open, eyes flaring sea-glass bright with gleeful scandal. "You? Naked? With all that sand around?" she gasps, fingers clutching the cushion as if bracing for impact. Her teeth catch at her bottom lip, biting back a laugh, but there’s no masking the thrill that leaps to life in her eyes. "Absolutely yes," she says, nodding enthusiastically like he’s just offered her cake for breakfast and a pony with a bow on it.
As he questions her classic red, she hums mischievously. "Maybe I should go nude instead, if it's meant to match what I'm wearing.." she muses, deliberately bouncing her eyebrows in suggestion, the words as bare as the polish. And when he floats the idea of matching outfits, she can’t help it; a snort escapes before she buries her grin in the crook of her arm. "If we’re doing that, it’s my turn to dress like you," she declares, peeking up at him with sparkling challenge. "Since you already stole my look at my last party."
But then—then—he says the words skinny dipping, and it’s like setting off fireworks in broad daylight. Her mouth drops open, eyes flaring sea-glass bright with gleeful scandal. "You? Naked? With all that sand around?" she gasps, fingers clutching the cushion as if bracing for impact. Her teeth catch at her bottom lip, biting back a laugh, but there’s no masking the thrill that leaps to life in her eyes. "Absolutely yes," she says, nodding enthusiastically like he’s just offered her cake for breakfast and a pony with a bow on it.
As he questions her classic red, she hums mischievously. "Maybe I should go nude instead, if it's meant to match what I'm wearing.." she muses, deliberately bouncing her eyebrows in suggestion, the words as bare as the polish. And when he floats the idea of matching outfits, she can’t help it; a snort escapes before she buries her grin in the crook of her arm. "If we’re doing that, it’s my turn to dress like you," she declares, peeking up at him with sparkling challenge. "Since you already stole my look at my last party."
