when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla hums a note of almost contemplation against Remi's lips, and she draws back enough to look up at him and stroke a gentle hand across his stubbled jaw. "Mm, handsome and ever so broody," she says. It might not be the time for jokes, especially given that Isla has no idea the depths of Remi's darkness, the reaches of his hurt or grief. But after what they'd just done, her contentment cannot be denied, even if it is a magically induced cocktail of hormones to blame.
"I happen to be able to see beneath the skin," she informs him. "And I must say, your bones are handome as well." This is said through a coy flutter of her lashes, before Isla tucks herself back around Remi, as she might be a panacea to his darkness, if but for a moment.
"I happen to be able to see beneath the skin," she informs him. "And I must say, your bones are handome as well." This is said through a coy flutter of her lashes, before Isla tucks herself back around Remi, as she might be a panacea to his darkness, if but for a moment.
i could die
Isla
