EVEREST
Isla's encouragement works wonders, if only because people-pleasing is ingrained so deeply in his soul that not even Dahlia's purple haze can blot it out completely. What's more, Ever finds, to the surprise of no one at all, that her praise is a turn on.
As her lips find his again, he pulls her closer. Not so bold as he'd been with Mateo to let his fingers scurry over her skin, still, his fingertips do wander ever so slightly, brushing against the fabric covering her hip. Breathless, it's with a sharp and disjointed inhale that he blinks her back into focus before swallowing hard as a shiver runs from the tangle of her fingers in his hair all the way down to his spine. "Much better." He agrees in a voice that sounds surprisingly rough to his ears.
"I think we can both agree I need more practice." Smiling a touch crookedly, enough only to have one dimple deepening beneath the scruff on his cheek, his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "Perhaps it's just a trick of the light...but are you blushing Doctor Lockwood?"
As her lips find his again, he pulls her closer. Not so bold as he'd been with Mateo to let his fingers scurry over her skin, still, his fingertips do wander ever so slightly, brushing against the fabric covering her hip. Breathless, it's with a sharp and disjointed inhale that he blinks her back into focus before swallowing hard as a shiver runs from the tangle of her fingers in his hair all the way down to his spine. "Much better." He agrees in a voice that sounds surprisingly rough to his ears.
"I think we can both agree I need more practice." Smiling a touch crookedly, enough only to have one dimple deepening beneath the scruff on his cheek, his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "Perhaps it's just a trick of the light...but are you blushing Doctor Lockwood?"
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
