I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Had it been anyone else Maeve likely would have held a grudge if it was anyone else. Anyone at all. The fact that it was Remington simply meant she was more inclined to forgive, forget, and move on. "Of course." She murmurs, arms wrapping around her middle as she drifts towards his side now, turning her attention towards the ocean, the waves slightly choppy in the grey light.
It seems every time they come together Maeve learns something more about him. Another little piece of information to tuck away that explains this man all that more clearly to her. She's quiet as she listens, her lips curling into a soft smile, thinking about how there were similar times in her life where the only thing she could afford to do was nothing.
"I'm not very good, but if you're willing." She returns his smile, hesitating for a moment as she starts to shrug off her sweater. "You'll be okay? With touching me? I-" A sharp breath is drawn between clenched teeth, cheeks flushing pink and not just from the cold. "I don't want to overwhelm you."
It seems every time they come together Maeve learns something more about him. Another little piece of information to tuck away that explains this man all that more clearly to her. She's quiet as she listens, her lips curling into a soft smile, thinking about how there were similar times in her life where the only thing she could afford to do was nothing.
"I'm not very good, but if you're willing." She returns his smile, hesitating for a moment as she starts to shrug off her sweater. "You'll be okay? With touching me? I-" A sharp breath is drawn between clenched teeth, cheeks flushing pink and not just from the cold. "I don't want to overwhelm you."
Maeve
