“ you’re welcome, by the way ! ” karina called after her companion as he retreated into the kitchen, carrying the remnants of the meal they had devoured, one which was, finally, delivered by herself. it was a long awaited denotement of gratitude, something she chastized herself for not providing sooner. patiently, she waits until jameson returns to his room, moving sedately to stretch her body out on the bed beneath, from her previous relaxed position, her actions in direct contrast to the screaming curiosity settling inside. she doesn’t let herself wonder about if he can remember much of their impromptu meeting in the ocean, a topic carefully avoided until now, though she can somehow recall his words so clearly. or about the fact that their teasing is quickly beginning to shift from ‘ cruel ’ to ‘ flirty ’. holding herself up by her elbows, eyebrows knitted, karina tilts her head in the male’s direction. “ y’know, everythin’ has been kinda’ crazy since los cabos ‘nd i really don’t know what i’m gonna’ do about it. ” voice mellow with thought, her fingers idly tracing the hem of her shirt, fingertips dragging over the intricate stitching. “ not to mention the reoccurring nightmare ‘ve been gettin’ about us at the beach. ” she mused after a few seconds of nothing, letting her head loll back against the mattress, so her eyes were focused on the ceiling, a teasing grin nestling into the curves of her lips. “ ‘suppose a couple hours in a jail cell really change you. ” ( @jcmeson )
