Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora’s grin comes quick and sharp at that, something wicked lighting behind her eyes as she tilts her head at him, the corner of her mouth pulling both higher and crooked. "Cool, well," she says easily, the words bright with mischief, "we can absolutely start doing that as soon as you stop bringing up me dating your cousin," and her brows shoot up in exaggerated emphasis as if to underline the point before she leans forward, pressing a quick, laughing kiss into his hair like a reward he hasn’t quite earned but she’s giving him anyway.
She settles back with a soft snicker when he calls it feral, the word lingering in the air between them as she exhales through a small shake of her head, her fingers loosely circling the stem of her glass. "I mean..who knows," she muses, tipping the glass slightly before taking another sip, her tone drifting toward something dry and amused. "Maybe Zavien will send you a big sorry I get it now edible arrangement," she adds, her eyes widening just a fraction in theatrical skepticism that makes it very clear she does not, in fact, believe that for a second.
Her shoulders lift in a small shrug as she swallows, the wine buzzing across her tongue as she considers, something quieter threading through the humour now. "As much as a very petty part of me wants him to deal with the same shit you did," she admits, glancing at Kaisel sidelong, "I also kind of hope Koa didn’t have much to say about it." Her gaze softens when it lands fully on him, something openly adoring there, like she can’t quite help the way she sees him even in the middle of all of this. "Who knows, maybe after everything with you and him, he’s realized he doesn’t own the rights to the women who were once in his life."
Her glass lowers, then, set aside without much thought as his other hand slides up her leg, the shift in contact pulling her attention fully back to him, Flora's breath catching just slightly as something warmer flickers through her again, quick and unmistakable. She doesn’t hesitate, her ankles hooking around his waist as she draws him in, closing the space between them with an easy confidence, scooting forward on the counter until there’s no distance left to bridge, her body fitting flush against his as her hands slide into his hair, fingers threading through it as she tips his face up toward hers.
"That is sure to end in drama," she murmurs, her grin returning, slower this time, more deliberate, the words edged with anticipation rather than warning. Flora leans down, close enough that her lips brush his without fully catching, her breath warm against his as she lets the moment stretch just a fraction longer than necessary before she finishes, voice dropping into something softer, conspiratorial. "Let’s do it."
She settles back with a soft snicker when he calls it feral, the word lingering in the air between them as she exhales through a small shake of her head, her fingers loosely circling the stem of her glass. "I mean..who knows," she muses, tipping the glass slightly before taking another sip, her tone drifting toward something dry and amused. "Maybe Zavien will send you a big sorry I get it now edible arrangement," she adds, her eyes widening just a fraction in theatrical skepticism that makes it very clear she does not, in fact, believe that for a second.
Her shoulders lift in a small shrug as she swallows, the wine buzzing across her tongue as she considers, something quieter threading through the humour now. "As much as a very petty part of me wants him to deal with the same shit you did," she admits, glancing at Kaisel sidelong, "I also kind of hope Koa didn’t have much to say about it." Her gaze softens when it lands fully on him, something openly adoring there, like she can’t quite help the way she sees him even in the middle of all of this. "Who knows, maybe after everything with you and him, he’s realized he doesn’t own the rights to the women who were once in his life."
Her glass lowers, then, set aside without much thought as his other hand slides up her leg, the shift in contact pulling her attention fully back to him, Flora's breath catching just slightly as something warmer flickers through her again, quick and unmistakable. She doesn’t hesitate, her ankles hooking around his waist as she draws him in, closing the space between them with an easy confidence, scooting forward on the counter until there’s no distance left to bridge, her body fitting flush against his as her hands slide into his hair, fingers threading through it as she tips his face up toward hers.
"That is sure to end in drama," she murmurs, her grin returning, slower this time, more deliberate, the words edged with anticipation rather than warning. Flora leans down, close enough that her lips brush his without fully catching, her breath warm against his as she lets the moment stretch just a fraction longer than necessary before she finishes, voice dropping into something softer, conspiratorial. "Let’s do it."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
