Isla
"Oh, I wouldn't say you need it. I found that very pleasant, as kisses go," Isla murmurs, trying and failing to keep from smiling around the words and letting her fingers slip from teasing at his curls to graze across the strong line of his jaw. "There is nothing wrong with wanting to practice more, though." One might say it's encouraged in most circumstances.
And Isla might have said as much, if the aviator had not pointed out the current flush to her cheeks - a flush which naturally deepens a shade or two once he's drawn attention to it. "It is a physiological sign of attraction," she is forced to admit, her thumb brushing across his dimpled cheek. "So under these circumstances, yes I am."
And Isla might have said as much, if the aviator had not pointed out the current flush to her cheeks - a flush which naturally deepens a shade or two once he's drawn attention to it. "It is a physiological sign of attraction," she is forced to admit, her thumb brushing across his dimpled cheek. "So under these circumstances, yes I am."
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
