with each love i cut loose i was never the same
The book lands against her knee with a soft thud, and Flora laughs immediately, the sound spilling out of her as she folds just slightly at the waist in reaction before straightening again with a grin that lingers, wide and pleased, as though she’s been given exactly what she’d been fishing for.
She rises as he does, kicking off her shoes. When he questions her logic, she tips her head as her eyes roll affectionately. "Well, the point is not to let you do it," she says, the emphasis playful but firm, as if that much should be obvious, her tone threading confidence through the tease. "But I’m going to try and stay on one leg to work on my balance, so that should make it easier on you."
Lifting one leg and settling into the stance with a small adjustment of her hips, arms loose at her sides before she shifts them slightly for balance. The movement isn’t perfect, there’s a faint wobble she doesn’t bother to hide, but the grin she sends his way is sharp with challenge all the same, her brows bouncing once in invitation for him to give it (her) his best shot.
She rises as he does, kicking off her shoes. When he questions her logic, she tips her head as her eyes roll affectionately. "Well, the point is not to let you do it," she says, the emphasis playful but firm, as if that much should be obvious, her tone threading confidence through the tease. "But I’m going to try and stay on one leg to work on my balance, so that should make it easier on you."
Lifting one leg and settling into the stance with a small adjustment of her hips, arms loose at her sides before she shifts them slightly for balance. The movement isn’t perfect, there’s a faint wobble she doesn’t bother to hide, but the grin she sends his way is sharp with challenge all the same, her brows bouncing once in invitation for him to give it (her) his best shot.
