we show off our different scarlet letters
Indeed, as Jack's fingers wander, they inadvertently (to Flora's mind at least) change the tone of her mental musings to something far more pink indeed. And then red. And then scarlet, until finally the deep ruby mist covered each and every thought of hers.
Gasp! How sweet Jack! Smiling appreciatively, Flora sashays her way ahead of him, only to pause and peer at him over one shoulder. While him knowing what her usual was as if this was something they did often filled her with joy, Flora didn't want to be a lazy participant in this game of cat and mouse. Giving her head a little shake, she pretends to think (it's all still fingers gripping satin sheets), before she smiles. "I'll have what you're having." She replies with a crisp sort of confidence.
Gasp! How sweet Jack! Smiling appreciatively, Flora sashays her way ahead of him, only to pause and peer at him over one shoulder. While him knowing what her usual was as if this was something they did often filled her with joy, Flora didn't want to be a lazy participant in this game of cat and mouse. Giving her head a little shake, she pretends to think (it's all still fingers gripping satin sheets), before she smiles. "I'll have what you're having." She replies with a crisp sort of confidence.
