Kalista had been careful not to twist her ankle by getting one of her heels caught between some of the rocks, seeing how she was not wearing the most idealistic footwear for this spur of the moment excursion. The stones were wide and flat enough for her to move from one to the next, and while he had to help her keep her balance a few times, their destination had definitely been worth all the wobbling that had occurred en route.
It had been difficult to listen to repeat the name she had given him back to her, since she found herself wanting to know what his voice sounded like wrapped around her real name. It was a cliche, but there was something about the French language that got her weak in the knees. That accent combined with the way he kept looking at her made it easier to ignore the discomfort her rings were causing in their hiding place, the large diamond digging into her chest with each breath she took.
Her eyes turned away from his in order to look down at their hands, using the one he wasn't holding to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
"It's unlike any I've heard before," she admitted, lifting her eyes to focus on his again. "Maybe I've just been reading all the wrong ones." She searched those crystalline pools for a while longer, though her gaze eventually flickered down to his lips, rolling her own under before returning her focus. "So what do you suppose happens next, in this story of ours?" Now she was the one with a mischievous glint in her eye.
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