when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
His words do bring a touch of relief to her posture, Isla's shoulders relaxing, and her fingers twitch as if to reach for him as well. Eventually she takes the plunge and leans in for a hug, holding him tightly in a gesture that's as grateful as it is apologetic. "Okay well, I want to then," she murmurs, stepping back and smiling up at him. "And since we're both here, we may as well enjoy each other's company." Gesturing to the sand, she silently asks if he wants to take a seat with her.
And then he goes and mentions being a queen, Isla groaning and pressing her hands to her cheeks as if he's just reminded her she's left the stove on or something. "Oh gods, don't," she says, laughing helplessly. "I don't even know how this happened. I'm no good in the public eye. I'll have to count on Bastien to do all the talking."
And then he goes and mentions being a queen, Isla groaning and pressing her hands to her cheeks as if he's just reminded her she's left the stove on or something. "Oh gods, don't," she says, laughing helplessly. "I don't even know how this happened. I'm no good in the public eye. I'll have to count on Bastien to do all the talking."
i could die
Isla
