our love of life and tension

First thought, best thought. She’s always been reckless. She’s always been a lot. He’s never seemed to mind, and they bring out the best in each other that way. Was she holding her breath? Why was her heart pounding in her chest like this? What was that feeling… but it’s the feeling that’s always been there. Safe here, and yet she’s going to make a reckless choice. A choice that barely feels like a choice, but is just as natural as breathing here in the moment.

Bas leaned in, and she met him there. A kiss, but there’s more than that. There are implications and there are feelings, but none of it matters. None of it matters in the here and now. The warmth and the haze of the alcohol, but maybe this was the most intoxicating of all. When she finally pulled away, Hazel couldn't make eye contact. She’d gone with what felt right, and that was that.