SEND ‘INTIMATE’ FOR A NONSEXUAL INTIMATE STARTER // Accepting
19) sitting on someone’s lapglossed over hues shifted from partygoer to partygoer, as the girl stumbled ever so slightly away from her friend. Her heels had long been kicked off in the attempts of making dancing easier. && now Leonette swang the heels from her left hand as her brown eyes scanned the room in search of a seat.
She needed to sit down, Leonette knew she had drunk too much, not that it took much. She knew in the morning her feet would ache, as the blisters formed, yet at the moment she was perfectly content. She had danced all night, first with Desmera Redwyne, && then with countless others, people she had never met, who returned her smiles, with their own.
Now the initial burst of energy had started to fizzle, the weariness seeping into her limbs, the room moved around her. Leonette made her way, - swaying && stumbling into Margaery living room.
In the morning she wouldn’t say what had happened, nor would she admit just how it came about that she spent the rest of the night perched on Garlan’s lap. Despite Desmera’s pleas.
yet the smile was constant, as she recalled, the way his eyes looked at her, so warm, && interested in her drunken babbling. How they had slowly shifted closer, till her slender fingers were tangled with his. At some point, amidst the animated conversation she had somehow ended up on his lap, Yet Garlan had said nothing, only placing one strong arm around her waist, keeping her steady, against his solid chest. - keeping her from falling. In the morning when Leonette finally placed her head upon her pillow to rest, her phone buzzed a new friend request and a message from Garlan Tyrell.
