Isla
I think is good enough for Isla, and she gives Sunjata what's supposed to be a very reassuring nod about checking back in twenty minutes. "Sounds good to me," she says to him with a grin, settling back to sprawl in the sand again. "Wake me if I fall asleep?" she asks, assuming he's going to go back to frolicking in the shallows, unaware that he's filing away all of the sexy, sandy details of a beachtime romp.
Either way, she does let herself enjoy the heat and the hush of the ocean waves, the cry of hels and the peals of laughter from people enjoying themselves. And while she doesn't sleep, exactly, she's in a pleasant enough doze when, lo and behold, she does smell herbs and lemon. Nose twitching, her eyes blink open and she rolls to sit up, glancing around for Sunjata. "I think it actually worked."
Either way, she does let herself enjoy the heat and the hush of the ocean waves, the cry of hels and the peals of laughter from people enjoying themselves. And while she doesn't sleep, exactly, she's in a pleasant enough doze when, lo and behold, she does smell herbs and lemon. Nose twitching, her eyes blink open and she rolls to sit up, glancing around for Sunjata. "I think it actually worked."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
