cigarettes, the taste of your whiskey lips
With a white grin, Edy happily allowed the strange man to take her hand, pulling her down. Though wherever Sam might have thought the bottom was, he was very, very wrong. The Oasis was deeper than anyone had ever properly mapped, and the darkness simply seemed to stretch on, and on. Without enhanced sight, and with the need to breathe, Edy's survival senses kicked in immediately, and she began to worry that Mr don't-look-at-my-bits was going to drown her.
Letting go of his hand, Edy athletically made her way back to the surface, drawing in a loud and lung-filled breath of air.
Letting go of his hand, Edy athletically made her way back to the surface, drawing in a loud and lung-filled breath of air.
still haunting my every kiss
