my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun smirked. ”Funny. That’s not what you said when I kissed you, Blondie. In fact, I remember you enjoying it very much.” Winking at Oliver, the potter turned so that he could watch Oia'i'o leave. Although his eyes narrowed at the sight, he didn't call after her.
Instead, he shifted his gaze back to Tarasha and Oliver and watched their kiss. Giving out a wolf whistle, Amun waggled his eyebrows. However, then it was time to spin the bottle again. As it landed on Lily, the potter grinned. "Let's see what you got, hot stuff." Then his eyes flicked to Phoebe. "Are you going to be joining us at any point, flower girl?"
Instead, he shifted his gaze back to Tarasha and Oliver and watched their kiss. Giving out a wolf whistle, Amun waggled his eyebrows. However, then it was time to spin the bottle again. As it landed on Lily, the potter grinned. "Let's see what you got, hot stuff." Then his eyes flicked to Phoebe. "Are you going to be joining us at any point, flower girl?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
