is this the end of all the endings?
Flora lets out a quiet little laugh under her breath before pressing back into him, the sound soft and warm where it catches between them, her gaze still on the harbour as she says, "That didn’t answer my question." There’s no real accusation in it, no surprise either, because she knows there probably isn’t a good answer, not one that would make anything about those maroon sails feel tidier than it is.
Then, at his suggestion, the mood shifts just enough for mischief to slip back in. No doubt he’ll feel her grin before he sees it, given the way her cheek is still curled against him, the smile spreading where she’s tucked into his shoulder as she says, bright with teasing, "Did I just hear you willingly volunteer to go for a run with me?"
With a theatrical gasp she twists in his arms to face him, the hand with her engagement ring rising to cup his cheek as she beams mischievously up at him, fully aware that he hadn’t meant anything of the sort and choosing, with all the shamelessness of someone very pleased with herself, to interpret it that way anyway.
Then, at his suggestion, the mood shifts just enough for mischief to slip back in. No doubt he’ll feel her grin before he sees it, given the way her cheek is still curled against him, the smile spreading where she’s tucked into his shoulder as she says, bright with teasing, "Did I just hear you willingly volunteer to go for a run with me?"
With a theatrical gasp she twists in his arms to face him, the hand with her engagement ring rising to cup his cheek as she beams mischievously up at him, fully aware that he hadn’t meant anything of the sort and choosing, with all the shamelessness of someone very pleased with herself, to interpret it that way anyway.
my broken bones are mending
