born with salt on my skin
“Hey, I had t’try,” I retort with a grin, shrugging innocently. (Ha, Raz, like you ever been innocent.)
“‘Sides, ‘e promised to try and get me somethin’, so I’m just eager to see if ‘e did.” Surprises are great, but the anticipation of things is the worst unless it has to do with sex. Convenient, with that sense of frustration buildin’ as my gaze follows Saiden’s hand and then linger on his lips as ‘e mimes throwing away a key. If it weren’t for those very same lips movin’ with a question, I probably would’a missed it.
“Yeah. A big one though. I think it filled several tunnels, but I wasn’t one’a the ones fightin’ it.” Scoffing, I make a wry sorta expression, as if to say leave the heroing to the idiot heroes - not that I hadn’t just done the same kinda thing with the Sea Panther.
“Why, you nervous?” The water swirls around my feet an’ I raise my brow in a teasin’ sorta way to the cook. Awwww, is Saiden tryin’ to protect me?
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
