{Music Recommendation: Flashlight ~ Jessie J}
"Just three questions," Mila paced back and forth, her hands rubbing her chin like she had grown an invisible beard there. When she stopped walking, she glanced at the door.
"Just thr- what am I supposed to ask him?!" she exclaimed, her brows furrowed slightly. Mila returned back to pacing back and forth, her hands akimbo.
She had not thought of it seriously when Zyran asked her if she wanted to do anything and subconsciously she'd asked to know him more. It was obvious, the reason she said that. They were like lovers in the room and once outside, strangers.
Twice they've had sex, one Mila couldn't quite remember and here now on the island it still felt like they didn't know each other. The connection wasn't there, they were more of people giving in to their serial desire and after that, nothing else mattered.
