<strong>Ashlynn with Seamus on the beach</strong><br/><br/>"It's okay, was just messing with you. Feel free to look all you want." She smiled and shook her head slightly. "Close, but I'm 19. How about you?" Ashlynn could see he was remembering something and she wouldn't interrupt his line of thinking until he, himself, did so. She, really, had no idea what the Xantelli could actually do, she'd just heard that they were a very powerful family.<br/><br/>She listened to his story and her eyes followed his hands as they ran over the scars, her mind was in a different place, though. Ashlynn knew she wanted him, but would not throw herself at anyone, she wasn't desperate and had never actually had to throw herself at anyone. Still, her mind wouldn't stop running in tangents where her hands were the ones running over them in bed or wherever they found that was suitable.<br/><br/>"This is my first time on the island. Oh, that's Angelo...guess you could say he's my guide. Couldn't hurt to ask. She smiled and gestured him over.<br/>