is this the end of all the endings?
Flora watches him unravel like she's admiring her masterpiece with unfettered, wicked delight. Every offering lands with visible damage—each treat, each word, hitting him square in the chest—and she can see the cracks forming in his resolve. It’s delicious, almost enough to make her cackle outright. For a moment she worries he might actually hold firm, and she’s already preparing to pull out the big guns—lingerie, maybe, or an enticing set of nude photos—when the mention of the limited-edition hoodie finally breaks him.
Pretending nonchalance, she gives the most casual shrug imaginable, flicking a bit of mud from her wrist like this is all terribly beneath her. "Yeah," she says breezily. "It even comes with a collectible card that's a hologram of them both together and apart."
When he gasps, outrage spilling out of him like he’s just witnessed a murder, Flora has approximately half a second to brace before he’s on her. His dramatic flop knocks the air from her lungs, earning a breathless "ooof!" as mud squelches beneath her, sliding warm against her sides. She blinks up at him through her curls, laughter bubbling up bright and unrestrained.
"Jail?" she echoes, raising a brow, aqua eyes glinting. She lazily loops a leg around his hips, voice dropping into a low, teasing drawl. "Babes, I’m the one with the keys to the jail. How exactly do you see that working?" Her grin turns slow and feline as she gives his hip a playful nudge with her knee. "And how did we go from I don't want anything for my birthday to i'll throw you in jail if you don't give me my present?"
Pretending nonchalance, she gives the most casual shrug imaginable, flicking a bit of mud from her wrist like this is all terribly beneath her. "Yeah," she says breezily. "It even comes with a collectible card that's a hologram of them both together and apart."
When he gasps, outrage spilling out of him like he’s just witnessed a murder, Flora has approximately half a second to brace before he’s on her. His dramatic flop knocks the air from her lungs, earning a breathless "ooof!" as mud squelches beneath her, sliding warm against her sides. She blinks up at him through her curls, laughter bubbling up bright and unrestrained.
"Jail?" she echoes, raising a brow, aqua eyes glinting. She lazily loops a leg around his hips, voice dropping into a low, teasing drawl. "Babes, I’m the one with the keys to the jail. How exactly do you see that working?" Her grin turns slow and feline as she gives his hip a playful nudge with her knee. "And how did we go from I don't want anything for my birthday to i'll throw you in jail if you don't give me my present?"
my broken bones are mending
