What if, what if we run away &&. zaella
Ella: She couldn't contain the smile at his words but also felt a but embarassed by such an overstatement and she put her head down and in the crook if his neck and close to the arm that was on her cheek and breathed in his warmth and scent which she was too distracted to try and place. "How can you know what it feels like??" She chuckled in his shoulder. Her fingers and whole body prickled.
Zack: When she hit her face in his neck, Zack smiled softly--why? Because it felt like it fitted perfectly in there?--and changed their positions so he ended on his back, the girl's head upon her chest and shoulder. "I don't know--I think I have an idea how it feels like." he repied, silently, smiling.














