when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Remi." Isla leaves less room for argument than before, and as he slips beneath the sheets to lavish her with kisses, she lets her arms wind around him, both as an act of comfort and fatigue and also to stop him sneaking further southward. "Remi, you can put us both to sleep. I can't dream, but it's quiet and dark in my head at least," she offers, trying to tilt his chin back up that she might press a soft kiss to his lips instead.
"I've no idea what's happening with you, but I need you to rest. Please." It's with calm and warm pebble blues that she implores him, sinking further into the bed and wrapping tired and aching legs about his, as if to tangle them up together. "After that, we'll see if we can break the bed if you really want to."
"I've no idea what's happening with you, but I need you to rest. Please." It's with calm and warm pebble blues that she implores him, sinking further into the bed and wrapping tired and aching legs about his, as if to tangle them up together. "After that, we'll see if we can break the bed if you really want to."
i could die
Isla
