quick someone call the girl police and file a report (12/27)

[number_unlucky]

Differential: Caucasian woman, age 28, discontent.
Diagnosis: shitty coping mechanisms.
Treatment: sitting topless in the hot tub on a not-desert island, in the cold.Yes, I had taken my top off. This was probably ten kinds of stupid idea, but I didn't really give a shit--it was after dark, there weren't going to be kids running around, and if

Comments

[beentodamascus]

Some days, Adam Carter just got lucky. With Coraline in bed, he was heading up to the compound for coffee, a few books and he came across Remy in the hottub, bare shoulders and twisted dark hair.

Yeah, he stared. A little.
Sometimes, he just got lucky.

[number_unlucky]

My first internal reaction was not exactly the mature thing to do, so it was probably good that I didn't dive into the water like I was five. Or shriek and wrap a towel around my chest like I was fifteen.

Instead, I cleared my throat and looked at him, upside-down. Everything essential was covered anyway.

"Masa' al-khair, Carter," I said.

[beentodamascus]

"Masa alnur, Hadley" he said, with a little smile and a bob of his head, stepping in closer to the edge of the tub.

He smirked down at her, making an effort to look no lower than Remy's chin.

"Your accent needs a little work."

[number_unlucky]

It was amusing, the way he was trying to focus everywhere but below my neck while still trying to look me in the eye. "I'm just a beginner, Adam, give me a little credit," I said, and stretched one arm up on the edge of the hot tub to rest my chin on my forearm.