Isla
"No, no. I see you making grumpy scowls at the mirror every morning. Your training is right on schedule," Isla assures him with a grin, her pebble blues lighting up at the idea of a rematch. "I am much better at sand darts than I was when we first met," she informs him, despite having absolutely zero evidence of this. Isla certainly hasn't been training in that regard. "You'd better come prepared to lose."
Quite enjoying being squished in next to him, Isla flails a bit and lets out a peal of laughter as she's suddenly assaulted by kisses, and it's only by luck that she doesn't spill her cocoa. "I'm so pleased to be able to pick up where your cocoa left off," she says, and as he looks down into his drink, Isla takes the opportunity to plunk one of her marshmallows into it, as if that's what he's looking for.
Quite enjoying being squished in next to him, Isla flails a bit and lets out a peal of laughter as she's suddenly assaulted by kisses, and it's only by luck that she doesn't spill her cocoa. "I'm so pleased to be able to pick up where your cocoa left off," she says, and as he looks down into his drink, Isla takes the opportunity to plunk one of her marshmallows into it, as if that's what he's looking for.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
