Isla
"Oh, you've been trying not to make a fool of yourself this whole time we've been together?" Isla teases, her grin wide and fang-tipped, though she melts into the kiss he presses against her lips and draws him a touch closer. He can be a shit all he likes about leaving the remnants of his shirt hanging from his arms, Isla drawing back to gaze across at him as she considers what she might do. "I wouldn't want to damage the book," she decides eventually, letting him go so he might finish undressing.
Isla doesn't help at all this time, on purpose, and she settles to lean against the wall and watch. "I do have another trick up my sleeve, but it isn't really the same as stabbing you. And it doesn't hurt, either," she informs him with a hint of mischief in her tone, waiting expectantly for him to finish his impromptu strip tease.
Isla doesn't help at all this time, on purpose, and she settles to lean against the wall and watch. "I do have another trick up my sleeve, but it isn't really the same as stabbing you. And it doesn't hurt, either," she informs him with a hint of mischief in her tone, waiting expectantly for him to finish his impromptu strip tease.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
