“Call me if you want to do that again, this time you wouldn’t even have to walk into my brother.” Isabell said with more confidence than she felt as she walked away.
“Wow sis, but she is…wow.” Beatrix enthused exasperatedly as her sister got in the car.
“I don’t want to hear anything more about this,” Florence said timidly, then with a little bit more force she playfully snarked. “Anyway I doubt you will even remember anything about this tomorrow.”
“I don’t think I could forget that, sis, that accent and everything about her, she is sublime and that kiss that was something else.”
Florence was forced to agree even now she could still feel the ghost of those lips and the hint of cherries and she knew that the memory of those glorious lips and the way they moved so in tune with her own would stay with her for a long time.
Author’s note
Comment bellow what kind of situation you think her sisters should try and corrupt Florence with next or more generally what you think should happen next. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
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