cigarettes, the taste of your whiskey lips
"Is that so? Well I don't see any fish, but I'm a pretty good listener. What's on your plate?" She asked, sounding surprisingly chipper and genuine.
As Sam clarified, Edy cackled happily. "Ogle? Boy, you need a thesaurus. There's a difference between looking and ogling." Before she could elaborate more on how ridiculous the ginger was being, a wall of water shot her way. It splashed over her, leaving a breathless but bright grin on her face. "That's more like it—hey." Wiping the water from her eyes, Edy saw Sam's feet as he disappeared beneath the surface. With a grin, Edy promptly followed.
Swimming rather elegantly behind him, her hair like a black cloud, Edy tried to shoot a blast of fire his way, but of course it didn't work.
As Sam clarified, Edy cackled happily. "Ogle? Boy, you need a thesaurus. There's a difference between looking and ogling." Before she could elaborate more on how ridiculous the ginger was being, a wall of water shot her way. It splashed over her, leaving a breathless but bright grin on her face. "That's more like it—hey." Wiping the water from her eyes, Edy saw Sam's feet as he disappeared beneath the surface. With a grin, Edy promptly followed.
Swimming rather elegantly behind him, her hair like a black cloud, Edy tried to shoot a blast of fire his way, but of course it didn't work.
still haunting my every kiss
