<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hot Tub<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini  (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Forty-five minutes came and went. Then an hour. An hour and five minutes to talk herself out of being okay. The waiting was the worst part. She played their conversation, then the competition, then their last two texts on repeat until she heard the soft scuff of his shoes along the far edge of the pool and through the smoking area.<br/><br/>At first she didn’t move. Her head rested back against the edge and her eyes were closed as her fingers skimmed the surface of the water, the calm of it stirred by the gentle whirling of the jets on low. The quiet noise of them running and the distant sounds of Islanders settling in for the night were all that broke the stillness of the evening. That and her thoughts. They resembled the water in a way, mostly calm but shifted by unseen forces into a state of unrest.<br/><br/>A few seconds passed before she opened her eyes and offered him a small smile of her own. A hint of curiosity mingled quietly with the gravity of the moment and she nodded before shifting to a more upright position.<br/><br/>“Alright...I’ll be here.”<br/>