Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl
Was it silly that his smile and the way that he held her hand so easily made her heart flutter? Maybe. Maybe not. At times Kaile considered herself the espion, the mature one, the one who knew they were set on a mission and had an objective to fulfill. At other times the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and that rascal grin make her fell as if she were nothing but melting butter on a hot pan.
Those long, slender fingers hand curled without consciousness around her own, caressing the line of her forefinger and playing idly with her thumb. It sent tiny ripples of electric shivers up along arm, making her highly conscious of the warmth and contact of their skin.
“Yeah,” she managed to say a bit too breathily before clearing her throat.
“Take care Max.” The brunette added, pink darling her cheeks as she tried to get her bearings again.
“I should go…” Kaile gave a tug of her hand that Asmus still held, while the other gestured to the reactor.
Those long, slender fingers hand curled without consciousness around her own, caressing the line of her forefinger and playing idly with her thumb. It sent tiny ripples of electric shivers up along arm, making her highly conscious of the warmth and contact of their skin.
“Yeah,” she managed to say a bit too breathily before clearing her throat.
“Take care Max.” The brunette added, pink darling her cheeks as she tried to get her bearings again.
“I should go…” Kaile gave a tug of her hand that Asmus still held, while the other gestured to the reactor.