[Gallumph, gallumph. The wind of their momentum blows through her hair, salting her cheeks in little breezy flicks. They come pounding down onto the beach, his feet kicking little gasps of white sand. The heat of the sun soaks through her clothes like wine on bedsheets. Like wine has done, on their bedsheets.
He swings her down so she can stand. She's perfect to him, you know. From the skinny flail of her legs, to the way her eyeliner bunches up around the cheeky symmetry of her smile. Sometimes he leans a little closer to her because he know that she's just a little short-sighted.]
You look all right to me, [he says.] Where 'all right' describes you as well as 'cute kicks' describes your choice of Koché. [Look. he knows her.]
welcome to this notif kiss kiss
He swings her down so she can stand. She's perfect to him, you know. From the skinny flail of her legs, to the way her eyeliner bunches up around the cheeky symmetry of her smile. Sometimes he leans a little closer to her because he know that she's just a little short-sighted.]
You look all right to me, [he says.] Where 'all right' describes you as well as 'cute kicks' describes your choice of Koché. [Look. he knows her.]