when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
It's over - again - and Isla finally lets her jaw relax from around Remi's wing. She has no need for breath but there's still something satisfying about panting against Remi's chest, in relishing the touch of his hands and the scruff of his chin as he leans over to kiss her. Humming a note of exhausted contentment against his lips, she can't help but huff out a laugh as he speaks. "Remi, you need a break. We both do," she mumbles against his lips.
He won't like it - she knows that much without needing to look at him - but she's firm but fair in her response. Gently peeling herself away from him, she cups his cheeks in her hands and turns to pull him down into the sheets with her, keeping her gaze on his. "You think you can sleep?" she asks.
He won't like it - she knows that much without needing to look at him - but she's firm but fair in her response. Gently peeling herself away from him, she cups his cheeks in her hands and turns to pull him down into the sheets with her, keeping her gaze on his. "You think you can sleep?" she asks.
i could die
Isla
