puis-je vous aider? - Kenna

A part of him wanted to drag her under, as their lips again brushed against each other. He felt the urge deep inside him, as he fought the instincts that told him to let the water overpower both of them.

Before the last kiss turned greedy, he felt her hands exploring his body. Normally, he would have asked her if everything was okay - as to not rush things for her, but in this moment, it felt like she was just as hungry for the intimacy as him. Her fingers, as they ran across the scails on his tail, made him smile slightly, even though they still had their lips closely intertwined. His fingers dug into her hair, cradling her head in his palm, as the kiss developed into something more demanding; greedy.

As she broke off the kiss to get some air, her hands locked behind his neck, and he smiled. Not a cocky smile, as Nathaniel would have done - but a gentle and warm smile, with no teeth showing yet again. He hated the teeth - the razor-sharp teeth designed to eat flesh.
''Wow, indeed.'' he mumbled, gently, as his hand released her hair and the joined the other hand around her waist. Did she understand the danger she was in, in the water with a siren? Maybe she did and didn't care. He wouldn’t be the judge of that - he just wanted to please her. He wanted to see her happy and satisfied, instead of that scared woman he had seen a few moments ago.

''So,'' he whispered, softly. ''Can I count on you to text me later?'' he then asked, a bit teasing. It wasn't as to be rude to her, but he felt like it had been unspoken between them that they both feared not seeing each other again. It would be better to just come clear, before they went any deeper in this fling. ''I promise, I only strip when I'm going to the water!'' he said, winking at her teasingly. His hand caressed her back gently, as he awaited an answer.

Kenna understood instincts. Werewolves were a very instinctive race. They needed it when they were in a pack, running through the forest. They needed to know what to do, without anyone telling them to. She had done that with her family quite a lot. They all had their places, their assignments. She and her mom would run first, as they were the fastest. They would hunt down the animal, their enemy or whatever it was they were tracking. They would tackle them, and if neccessary, her mom would kill it. One day, that was supposed to be Kenna. She was supposed to lead the family, when her mother no longer could. Now she thought that might never happen.

The way his fingers moved into her hair made a warmth spread inside her. Actually the warmth had begun to spread the moment he kissed her under the water, and was spreading more with each touch, every kiss. Kenna let out an airy chuckle when he agreed with her. She felt his other hand lay on her waist, allowing her body to feel warm underneath his touch. She didn't know much about sirens, but she did know that maybe this was not the safest situation for her to be in. She had been in plenty of unsafe situation. The difference was, she didn't feel unsafe now. Ellery didn't make her feel unsafe.

She tilted her head slightly as his question. "Aren't you supposed to wait three days?" She said in a similar teasing tone. "No, you can definitely await a text," she said more serious. She was not planning on letting this go. Even if this was not going to be more than a few kisses and stolen looks, she would be satisfied to have someone to lean against, and it seemed he was strong enough to hold her. She removed a hand from his neck and rested her indexfinger on his lips. "Don't make promises you can't keep," she said with a smile. She wouldn't mind having him undress for other reasons at some point. She removed her finger and let float in the water besides them. As a wave brushed past them, a shiver went through her body, making her realize how cold she was becoming.

He looked at her, while softly caressing her back. As she began to tease him, he smiled knowingly. As he was about to say that she couldn't wait the three days, she spoke again, confirming his thought. When she then placed a finger on his lips, he chuckled when she spoke the words - oh, he was definitely not the one that were on that track, but seeing as he eight now actually was naked with her, he didn't mind the thought. A glimmer in his eyes clearly stated that he would love to be able to undress her at some point, in a more romantic setting.

"fair enough," he said, with a chuckled, before a wave gave away that she was cold. Gently he pulled her even closer, before he nodded in direction of the beach. "should we head back?" he asked, a bit concerned. He didn't want for her to be cold or falling ill. Especially not because of him.

//beklager længden og eventuelle fejl - skriver fra mobilen

Kenna had a tendency to let people know what she wanted. If not by saying it directly, then by hinting at it, although her hints were usually not that subtle, and she could might as well had said what she was hinting at. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. She saw it in his eyes. He was not appalled by the idea of undressing another time.

She felt the pull, but instead of resisting it, she just let him do it, feeling his body even closer to hers. "Only if you're ready to," she added and looked towards the beach. She didn't know if sirens needed to be in water for a specific amount of time, or if this was enough for him. She might be a little cold, but it was unlikely she would become sick because of it. She had a great immune system that took care of most illnesses before they could grow.


//Det er helt fint - intet pres

In this case, he wasn't really the one to ask. He was born to stay in the water so he would never want to return to the beach just for the heck of it. But because he saw how she was cold, he knew that it were for the better that they returned to land. Without asking her again, he moved them back to the bridge, where he released her. He grabbed the planks ob the end of the bridge, and in one motion pulled himself out of the water and up on the bridge to sit. Due to his long tail, most of his fin still was sitting in the water, ensuring that he kept his siren for instead of turning back to human.

He stretched out his arm so she could grasp on to it and he could pull her up and out of the water. "I guess whe should have brought a towel?" he asked, jokingly. He wanted for Kenna to be safe, warm and happy. Was that too much to ask?

He was fast in the water, as he moved them back to the bridge. The water almost seemed to part itself to allow him access. She watched him as he with ease pulled himself out of the water. She grabbed his hand and pulled herself onto the bridge. She sat down, letting her legs fall over the edge. Only her feet were covered by the water beneath them. She was after all not that tall. Kenna shrugged as he joked about having a towel. She had some tricks up her sleeve as well. As a child she loved to go swimming, no matter the weather. Her mom was always nagging her about jumping into every pool of water she saw without a way of drying herself off, so she found her own way.

"I come prepared," she said lifted her hand. With a flinch, her hand started to change. It hurt a little, but not something she hadn't gotten used to. First came the claws, then the fur. When she was done, her whole hand and some of her arm had changed into that of a werewolf. She used the back of it to dry the water drops of her arm, stomach and chest. It didn't help much with the cold right now, but at least she wouldn't be cold and wet at the same time. Hopefully she could regain her natural warmth faster now. She moved her feet out of the water and dried her legs as well, before she transformed her hand back. She folded her legs under her and looked at the water glistening in the last rays of sunlight.

As she pulled herself up and sat next to him, he smiled softly. The last rays from the sun landed gently on their skin, revealing his scales to glimmer softly in a iridescent sheen. Enen though he never really looked at it anymore, he noticed how some of it reflected on Kenna and made her look even more like a natural beauty.

As she transformed her arm, he looked at it curiously. He had never seen the transformation from human to werewolf, and it seemed to be just as painful for her as it was for him to transform to either siren or human.
"that was unexpected," he said with a slight chuckle as her hand and arm returned to a more humanly state. Softly he placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her a bit closer, before gazing over the horizon and the disappearing sun. Soon it would be dusk, and the rest of the wild sirens would begin to get active. He didn't want Kenna near them, for a number of reasons. The wild sirens were killers, more fierce than the sharks. He wanted her close, so he could protect her - even though he knew that she was a fighter that could protect herself.

"maybe we should get you back to the hotel?" he said, as he began to see shadows moving in the water. He knew one thing; if he were to get his clothes, he needed to leave the water. He would be completely naked already as soon as he left the water, and that was not something he wished for Kenna to see right now. Therefore, he nodded at the beach where their clothes layed. "I'll be right back," he said, before jumping back into the water and shortly disappearing before he would appear almost completely transformed back to human at the beach. Of course she would be able to see him naked - but not up close. As he left the water completely, he was back to human, with scales dropping off him as he walked back to their clothes.

Kenna was facinated by his tail. She had to detain herself from jumping back in the water just to get another look and feel. It was funny how she, as a supernatural creature, still felt marvel when experienced other species. She had trouble looking away from the tail, but eventually found his eyes with a small smile on her lips.

She hadn't thought that he would find the transformation strange. To her it was such an usual thing to do. "Stick by me and that will not be the last unexpected thing you experience," she claimed. Admittedly, there were a lot of people far more unexpected and exciting than her. She was not mysterious or filled with surprises. For the most part, what you saw was what you got. Of course right now, her situation was different. She was not fully herself. Once in a while she would resurface like she had just done with Ellery, but the rest of the time she seemed more a shell of a person than an actual person. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked at the water and setting sun in the distance.

Kenna nodded when he suggested going back to the hotel. She had to get back to her reality sooner or later. She had joked about them undressing together at some point, but she was not ready for that kind of intimicay just yet. She looked back at the beach when he nodded towards it. He then jumped into the water and promised to be back. She stood up and walked closer to the beach. She kept her distance when she could see he was still naked. She admittedly blushed slightly by the thought. She turned her gaze towards her feet, not sure if she should be bold and go to him, risking him still being undressed, or stay and wait for him to come to her. She decided to stay. She had been plenty bold today, she thought to herself.

Of course she would say something like that. He somewhat knew that she was a bit more relaxed with him now - but would that change? Shortly Nathaniel decided to chime in, but Ellery ignored him blankly. He wasn't interested in listening for any dumb comments about him and Kenna right now.

He quickly put on his shorts, and the shirt - without doing it up - before he grabbed her clothes. He had felt her looking at him shortly, but he wouldn't blame her for that - he knew that after what had happened in the water, it would only be natural that looking at him would lure her in.

He walked back to her on the bridge, with a calm smile. E few feet from her, he stopped - just looking at her. Okay - he had to admit that she was gorgeous. For once, he felt lucky enough to just look at someone that beautiful, without feeling like a pervert. He handed her clothes to her, gently, while he fought bravely to keep his eyes above her shoulders. He wouldn't like to be considered rude for staring at her - even though he could do that all night.

''Now, dear Kenna, I believe it's about time I escorted you to your chambers.'' he said, winking at her. ''And then, I'll return to mine.'' - He knew that especting her to invite him in would be unfair. He wouldn't want to seem greedy - just this evening had been more than he could have hoped for with her.

Kenna dared to look up again after he had had enough time to get dressed. As expected, he was walking towards the bridge. She turned to him as he walked closer. A slight wind made small portions of her hair move in front of her face. She attempted to push them away, but they just continued to blow back. She smiled at him as he stood still for a while, before handing her the clothes. She put it on and tried to not be tempted to look at his bare chest.

She nodded with a smile at his formal way of asking to walk her home. She didn't know if she wanted to invite him in. She hadn't thought that far ahead. But maybe it was best to not do that just yet. She was afraid he would get the wrong impression, that she would lead him on and cause him to believe she was ready for something she was. "Okay, thanks," she walked to him. Instead of placing her hand like she had done earlier, she let her hand fall into his.

The sand felt soft underneath her bare feet. She was looking at the sand, searching for hidden treasures. She always did that when she was on the beach. She mostly just found pretty rocks, but once in a while she found a pearl or something like that. Kenna let go of him for a moment to go and collect her shoes. She decided to just carry them. She grabbed his hand again and permitted her fingers to entangle with his. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a really good person?" She looked up at him. He was at least two if not three heads taller than her, so she would have to bend her neck to look at his face.

He looked at her while she got dressed - as he wasn't shy about that. A few seconds ago, she had been pressing her lips and body close to his, so why would he be shy? Why would he hide the fact that he liked her? His body, however, reacted like any human man would while looking at a gorgeous woman in nearly nothing. That, however, were he really consious about. He hoped truly that she wouldn't notice, but she surely would. He wasn't exactly modest in his 'equipment', as he had been told numerous times that a siren mans packaged would be related to the lenght of his tail. In other words; he were more og less likely to satisfy whoever he slept with.

He felt her hand reaching for his, and he shortly closed his eyes. it felt nice, and almost like a somewhat normal evening, as they walked in the sand. As she grapped her shoes, and her hand again reached for his, he felt there fingers entangle. Her question made him look at her shortly, but afterwards, he looked out over the water. ''To be honest, I'm not sure that I'm that good of a person as I would like to be.'' he then said, calmly. He knew - and Nathaniel knew - that Ellery felt pressured to be this nice and understanding, to avaid his brother taking over. Ellery couldn't throw a fit, og even get pissed, as Nathaniel would take over to make sure his brother would calm down. When Nathaniel emerged, it would be bloody hell.

He looked back at Kenna, smiling softly. ''Sorry, that sounded terribly poetic, didn't it?'' he asked, chuckling quietly. Of course, he knew that he was a nice person, he had no choice. She didn't know that, however.

Kenna felt it too. She was attracted to him, and she knew there was a possibility for it to become more. Being a woman sucked sometimes, but when it came to sexual attraction, women were luckier than men. They could hide it. She noticed it of course, and although it was very flattering, she chose to not speak of it. She had a feeling it was a touchy subject. It would be for her, so she could imagine others might feel the same.

Kenna wanted normal. As normal it could be for her, at least. Right now, she felt more normal than she ever had. Maybe it was not right to give him all the honor of causing her to feel like that, but he contributed quite a lot. Surely, she would have felt differently had she been alone. She frowned by his words. She had met many people throughout her life, heard many different stories. She knew good people when she saw them. She might not know everything, and maybe he could do better or bigger, and you sometimes made mistakes, but that just made you human - or human like. "I think you're a good person. And I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character," she added with a smile.

She nodded at his assesment. "Maybe a little. But who says there's anything wrong with poesi?" She argued and looked away as she was remembering something she read her first year of college. "Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep." She started. She only remembered the beginning and the end, as those were the once that meant most to her. "Do not stand at my grave and die, I am not there; I did not die." She took in a deep breath, feeling the meaning of the words affect her.

He knew that she meant well, as she tried to make it clear that she saw him as a good person. He chose not to argue with her, as she surely was right and he wrong. Instead, he listened to her words, and feeling the wave of the poem rushing over him. Softly, he caressed her hand with his thumb, as he looked out over the waters, into the horizon.

''Do not stand at my grave and weep... I am not there, I do not sleep.'' he repeated, before looking at her, tenderly. ''I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamind glints on snow...'' he looked straight into her eyes, giving her hand a squeeze. ''I am the sunligt on the ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain...'' he almost whispered the words, as he placed the other hand on her cheek, gently caressing it.
He softly continued; ''When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight...'' He then placed a the hand on her neck, gentle and soft, before reciting the last part of the poem.
''I am the soft stars that shine at night... Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die..''. Of course he knew the poem, as he had read it once too many times. He loved it - as it reminded her that even though his first loved had left him to join his farther in the heavens, she did not leave this earth. Everything was a part of her, as she was a part of anything he saw.

''Mary Elizabeth Frye,'' he sighed softly. ''Does that poem hold any meaning to you, my dear Kenna? Or am I just the sentimental and soft fool?'' he asked, with a slight chuckle, softly. He shortly looked out over the waters again, noticing shadows moving closer. Should he warn her? No, they did not enter land unless they smelled blood. No need for that.

She smiled lovingly at him when he stroked her hand with his thumb. It was truly calming. Everything was. The setting, his touch and most of him. He just seemed so calm and collected it was impossible to not become like that as well. Of course he became shy or self aware sometimes, but she had not at one point seen anger in his eyes.

As he started to recite the poem, his accent made it so much more powerful. It was not just the accent. It was how he said it, with such conviction. It meant something to him. She sighed as he placed his hand on her cheek. She swallowed from the intimacy of the touch. It was not that intimate in itself, but combined with the poem, she felt close to him in a way that didn't need the physical touch to be felt, but his touch just made it so much more powerful. Her heart was beating fast. How could he affect her so, by just saying words? Words that was not his, but he had somehow adopted them and given them a whole new meaning.

She felt flustered when he finished it. At first she had trouble focusing on anything else than his eyes. "No." She shook her head, trying to find some composure. "I meant no, you're not a fool. Sentimental and soft maybe, but not a fool." She bit the inside of her lip and looked away. Being emotionally open like that was difficult for her. "I have never lost anyone to death. But I lost myself. Death is to me, a metaphor for becoming someone you don't recognize. You can't cry at my grave, because it's not me. It's.. It's the person someone else turned me into." Maybe it was a stretch, but she loved that about poems - or words in general. You could write them with a specific meaning, but it could be understood in a thousand different ways.

He understood every little piece of her words, as she tried to explain herself yet again. Had he not earlier this evening told her that she never should feel a need to explain? He smiled at her, but the smile seemed to be a bit contaminated with something bitter, as she told him that she had lost herself, and she didn't recognize herself. He felt angry for her, as he felt that he did know for sure what had happened to her. The way she had readied herself to be struck by him earlier just confirmed it - but he wouldn't speak of it and rip open wounds she was trying to heal.

He gently kissed her on her forehead, almost in a loving way, before whispering with his lips on her skin; ''I hope that you one day find yourself, Kenna.''. His words weren't meant to hurt her, or scare her, but to tell her that he only wished for her to get to a place where she felt safe enough to be herself again. He hated whoever made her feel this unsafe - this troubled. And he would, if need be, defend her if it ever came to it. He owed her that, for reminding her of what he once had felt for a former love.

''Come on... Let's get you back to your hotel.'' he said, as he had to do something for them not to dwell on things once lost. They seemed to be troubled, both, by a past not forgotten. He couldn't heal her, or himself, from that pain past would deal them. Forgiven, and never forgotten. A phrase he surely never could use to describe about what Nathaniel did to him.

It wasn't because she felt she had to say anything. She wanted to. She trusted him enough to tell him these things. Although she hadn't said out loud what had been going on with her, it must have been clear by the way she had behaved earlier. The physical abuse was not easy, but the worst part was how it had affected her mentally. She had built up walls around herself to try and protect herself from Nate, but he was stronger than her and had managed to knock the walls down. He was really good at making her think he had changed, but then it just started all over again. She hoped she would never see him again, because she was afraid of falling back into the same pattern.

Kenna closed her eyes when he placed his lips on her forehead. She didn't respond to his words, she just moved her thumb across his hand. She hoped so too. She hoped that she one day would overcome all of this. She didn't think she would ever forget it, but one day, it would hopefully be a part of her past that would no longer affect her so. "Okay," she said and started walking, although insisiting on keeping her hand in his. She once in a while looked at him. She tried to not expect the worst, but she did. She didn't think Ellery would ever be like Nate, but she was afraid he would let her down in another way, that he would disappear from her life. She should be grateful for the day they had shared, but she was greedy. She wanted more days like this.

As the hotel became visible down the street, she felt as if a hand grabbed hold of her heart and squeezed. She had to be alone now. She knew she had to sooner or later, but it still scared her. She would not ask for help. A small part of it was because of her pride, but it was more that she didn't want to be a burden to people. She had been taught to solve problems. How could she do that, if she was one? No, she just had to get through it. She had endured worse than this. Sleeping alone in a hotel room shouldn't be a problem. It couldn't.

He didn't mind that she wasn't answering him. It was clear that he didn't expect it of her. He never would. As they walkeed back in direction of the hotel, his eyes stayed fixated on the path before them. He was thinking, clearly, but of what she might never get to know, as they weren't pleasant thoughts.

As they walked, and he felt her eyes on him from time to time, he decided for once to stay silent. To tell her everything would be okay would be as opening a can of worms. None of them needed that at the moment. Instead, he gently caressed her hand with his thumb as the walked, engulfed in his own thoughts. When they arrived at the front of the hotel, he felt truly reluctant to let her go. He wanted to drag her home to the house, and beg her to stay the night just so he was sure that she would get some sleep. But alas, he had to accept that she might wanted to be alone regardless of how much he wanted to care for her.

He wanted to tell her something to make her smile - but what? Somehow, he felt like it would be a tie between making her cry and making her smile, as they stood there. He drew a long breath, before looking at her with a soft smile. Nothing in him should be able to give away that he was really affected by this goodbye. He was not good at ending evenings like these, as he just wanted them to last a lifetime.

''So,'' he started, before clearing his throat. ''When the three days has passed, please text me. If not to see each other again, then just to let me know that you're okay..'' he said, with a kind and caring smile. He didn't want to pressure her to anything - not even to text him. She was free to do as she pleased, of course.

They both seemed to be far away in their own thoughts. She would have been curious about his thoughts, if she was not so wrapped up in her own. Kenna had always been so focused on physical contact when she was with Nate. They could walk down the street, exactly like she was with Ellery right now, but she would not be able to drift away the same way she did now. She would only focus on their hands. She would feel every time he moved his finger, if he squeezed her hand or pulled at her to go somewhere. Kenna had been on high alert. She was nowhere near it at that moment. She picked up on a lot of things around them, smells, sounds. She sensed it all, but it was not something she had to be afraid of. There was no danger.

She stopped in front of the hotel, not ready to say goodbye. What if she couldn't find the comfort in herself she found in him? She wanted to go with him, to let him take care of her. But she knew that if she did that, she would just fall into another co-dependent relationship. She had to learn to stand on her own two feet, even when it was hard. She allowed the silence to fill the space between them. It was not awkward, it was sad in a way. She had expected she had to step out of the little bubble she had been in the last few hours. She didn't know if she was ready.

Was she going to text him? She had promised him to do so, and would honor that promise. Seeing him again had many more pros than cons, she was just afraid she would use him. She did like him, but they had never talked about what it meant for them. Had it just been this one time? Would they leave this night in the past and move on, and it that case, as what? Could they be friends? More than friends? She didn't know. She was overthinking it. She just had to see tomorrow how she was feeling. "I will," she said. Kenna moved closer to him and locked her arms around his back in a tight hug. It was not easy to see, but in this embrace he would be able to feel her strength. Of course she didn't squeeze him with all her strength. She just wanted to let him know how precious the night had been to her. She let go of him and looked into his eyes. She stretched her body in order to feel his lips one last time, for now at least. She was not tall enough. How awkward could it get?

As he felt her arms around his waist when she went into a hug, he just gently wrapped his arms around her too. He felt her strenght, and he was shortly a bit cofused; until he realised that she still was a werewolf. He sighed softly into her hair with his warm breath, before he yet again felt her drawing out of the hug. Though she streched her body to get closer to his face, she wasn't quite tall enough. He would have chuckled, if it weren't for the fact that he had a huge lump in his throat. He was too sentimental, and this felt more like a goodbye than a I'll-be-seeing-you... He leaned over, looking into her eyes. He wanted to promise her that he would be there for her - if she ever needed it. Maybe his eyes told it for him, before he closed them as their lips gently met one last time - at least for the evening. With his arms still around her, he gently hold her tight for a moment, before their lips parted and he sighed.

''Sleep tight, your highness,'' he whispered, with a slightly groggy voice. He just wished that this evening wouldn't end. He considered asking her, but it would be trespassing on a whole new level. Would he be able to sleep if he didn't ask? ''Will you be okay, spending the night alone?'' he asked, gently caressing her back. There wasn't a singe shred of anything remotely close to enticing in his voice. He only asked because she had seemed so reluctant to be alone - and he would hate that she wouldn't get any sleep.

Kenna rarely formed attachments. She had never been good at that. She had her family and the pack, but even in the pack she was not close with many of the members. Her mom was better at that than her. She was better at making a connect with anyone she met, found a common ground. Kenna had to have it all delivered. She couldn't stir up a conversation with someone, just because she liked her shoes or because he was walking a race of dog she liked. Mostly people had to come to her if she was to make conversation with someone she didn't know. She expected a chuckle. Kenna had picked up on small things about him, when he would chuckle, when he would look at her in a way that made her feel she was cared for. There was no chuckle. She saw it in the eyes. The unspoken promise that he would be there if she needed something. Their lips met. It was not like their previous kisses. It was a goodbye. She didn't know if she would see him again, but if she didn't, she wanted to end it right.

Kenna looked away from him when the kiss ended. "Good night, my prince," she said and took his hands, letting her fingers run across his palm. She looked at him by his question. "I think so, yes," she responded. She weren't sure. She couldn't be until she was in bed. She had to take the first step, otherwise she would stay forever. She took in a deep breath and took a step away from him. "Thank you, again." She smiled, not to convince him of anything, but to convince herself that it would be okay. If she just got through this night, she was sure each night would become easier and easier. She took another step away and her hand left his. Before she could do anymore, say anymore, she turned her back on him and walked into the lobby.

//Jeg tænker vi afslutter det her?

Ellery nodded quietly, as she responded to his question. With a gentle kiss on her hair, as she responded, he finally accepted that this was the end of the line. He smiled at her calmly, as she thanked him and then disappeared inside the hotel.
Had he been like his brother, he would have followed her - insisting she should tell him what she was so scared of; but luckily, Nathaniel had promised to remain silent until their date ended.

*Be careful, E. You don't want a girl with that much baggage..* Nathaniel warned his brother. ''Oh, shut up.'' Ellery sighed, as he turned his back to the hotel to return home. He hoped, however, that a text would arrive from her as soon as she felt like it. If not a text to actually pursue something more with him than this innocent fling, then just to announce that she had survived the first night alone. He signed yet again, as he disappeared down the now dark streets, where only a few lampposts here and there lit the way for him.

//Yup Out! <3 (og godnat )