<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20 yrs old<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Atlanta, GA, USA<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>James Harding<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She smiled and almost blushed when he commented on how good looking she was. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been told before that she was lovely but she always felt lucky to be told such. She chuckled when he mentioned telling a kids bedtime story. To be honest she would be just fine listening to him talk. Gwen was sill getting used to the different accents and she found James’ absolutely body squirmingly delicious. However she did think he could likely come up with something to storytell eventually.  As they went to the food area and said hello to the others there before going back to her and James spot with a plate full of fruit and some chicken. It was an odd pairing but its what she wanted, even eating a strawberry on the way to sit down.<br/><br/>“So yeah I keep telling myself I need more time but I figure after I finally graduate then I’ll have more time to do what I want and need to do. I’m studying for my medical veterinary and surgery degree. I’m about a quarter of the way in. So I’ve got a little bit to go but I figured if i ever found the right guy I could find more time to spend with him and the odd day of spa for myself I reckon. How about you darling, what kind of books do you write?”<br/><br/>She ate her food between each sentence and dived into her chicken after she asked him about his books. With a clean hand she pushed her hair out of her face. There was nothing worse than eating your hair as you are trying to eat your dinner. It was nice to take their time and not rush. She had watched him as he spoke to her before and there must be something behind those gorgeous eyes of his. It was too soon to pry and she knew he had to let down his walls in his own time. She felt like she was paired or coupled up with him for a reason. Next it would be nice to see if he minds cuddling at night. She’d not insist on it but she’d offer it up at least.<br/>