Paige
’Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
It’s better than it has any right to be. Flora is soft and sweet. She blooms for her with each caress of her lips, sighing into her mouth with exhales perfumed by snapdragon smoke and Paige wants to drown in her suddenly. The Attuned registers the weight on her thighs after their lips part, suddenly able to take in other parts of her body without their lips connected and that touch is just as good as all others, urging her to rock forward slightly into the light pressure that remains. Shivering as a myriad of sensation shivers over her nerves, Paige huffs a laugh, shaking her head as she fights the urge to run her nose along Flora’s throat in favor of holding her gaze instead.
”No, but I wanted to make it easier for you.” And if it was an excuse to kiss her? Well, Paige wouldn’t deny that one either. She’s harbored a crush on Flora for longer than she’d like to admit. Always in awe of the girl’s beauty and ability to breeze through life. ”Want to make everything easier for you.” Paige finds herself saying, not realizing the words have slipped past her lips, but she chases them with another inhale from the blunt before setting it down in the small ashtray on the table.
Her hands finally free to trail up Flora’s sides over the sweater she’s hiding under, fingers skating across her exposed shoulders and collarbones before tracing up the slender column of her throat, ”How do you feel?”
”No, but I wanted to make it easier for you.” And if it was an excuse to kiss her? Well, Paige wouldn’t deny that one either. She’s harbored a crush on Flora for longer than she’d like to admit. Always in awe of the girl’s beauty and ability to breeze through life. ”Want to make everything easier for you.” Paige finds herself saying, not realizing the words have slipped past her lips, but she chases them with another inhale from the blunt before setting it down in the small ashtray on the table.
Her hands finally free to trail up Flora’s sides over the sweater she’s hiding under, fingers skating across her exposed shoulders and collarbones before tracing up the slender column of her throat, ”How do you feel?”
Everything you lose is a step you take
