Everest
"Oooh, yes." Cara gushes, and if it hadn't been apparent before, it should be obvious now that she is not the sort of girl who is asked to places like this or who has friends like these. Dressed in overalls that she's tried to make sluttier in the bathroom (mostly by removing her shirt so that there's only her bra beneath), Cara is over her head and delighted by each and everything around her.
Sliding off her chair with Ever's hand holding her steady, Cara 'falls' against him and instantly slides one arm around his waist before planting the other on his shirt. Her fingers unsubtly try to slip between his buttons, and given the choice between having her sticky fingers against his stomach or taking her hand, he opts for the latter. Cara, of course, is overjoyed about this.
'D'you think it'll be scary down there? Will you keep me safe?" Cara asks, fluttering her eyelashes up at Ever.
Sliding off her chair with Ever's hand holding her steady, Cara 'falls' against him and instantly slides one arm around his waist before planting the other on his shirt. Her fingers unsubtly try to slip between his buttons, and given the choice between having her sticky fingers against his stomach or taking her hand, he opts for the latter. Cara, of course, is overjoyed about this.
'D'you think it'll be scary down there? Will you keep me safe?" Cara asks, fluttering her eyelashes up at Ever.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
