<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/05/21/4CF148C300000578-5809533-image-a-131_1528228835898.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Brighton, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Heading to bed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grace smirked as Corey revealed that he was in the habit of brushing his teeth before he went to bed. He also shared that normally, when he was laying in bed, he would quickly fall asleep. She chuckled when he also confessed that he normally didn’t eat in bed. “I normally don’t either,” Grace murmured. “But, when on holiday, I make excuses for doing whatever I want to do.” She shrugged a shoulder, flashing Corey an innocent look with a mischievous smile.<br/><br/>His compliment about her cupcakes made Grace grin once again. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you like eating my cupcakes.” When she heard herself say it aloud, she realized that it sounded like a euphemism for something else. But, that didn’t mean she could stop herself from making another comment. “And that my cupcakes might have filled you up in place of dinner.” Her smile lengthened, now intending to speak in double meanings.<br/><br/>As the topic changed back to his pajamas, Grace glanced down at his lap out of habit when he brought up shorts. “I wouldn’t wear my swimming costume to bed, but if you’ve got comfortable shorts, then they’d likely work.” Grace giggled softly when he mentioned the shorts he had intended to bring with for sleeping in. “I’d love to see them.” She tried to picture it, but at that point, didn’t have much of a reference. “Now I wish I would have bought you sleeping shorts.”<br/><br/>Grace laughed when Corey did after speaking about actual bits and being called a nutter. “You’re the nutter!” She joked, beaming at the sight of his very red face. He was so adorable when he flushed. He explained what he meant and Grace chuckled. “No, I think us girls prefer to have those chinwags in person, actually.” Come to think of it, Grace hadn’t been seeing many of the others texting much at all. The person who texted the most was Caroline!<br/><br/>“No bit pics?” She teased. “How disappointing.” Grace fetched her bowl of dinner and was happy to share with Corey, who looked rather pleased with the food selection. He groaned out his appreciation, making Grace grin, covering her mouth with the hand that held her fork as she chewed. “Isn’t it?” Grace agreed about how delicious the dinner was. Corey declared pineapple as his favorite fruit. “I love that it’s your favorite. We’ll need to get you eating even more of it.”<br/><br/>She didn’t explain what she meant and instead scooped another few bites into her mouth. “No, I love pineapple too!” Grace replied, after Corey insisted that some things wouldn’t be tolerable. Not that she truly expected he’d dump her due to a discrepancy on fruit. Corey fixed the pillow behind him and then asked her what her favorite dish was, calling her Miss Carter. Grace tilted her head in consideration. “Hm, that’s hard to say. I love sushi. And sweets, obviously. Though I think you are the sweetest of all, Mr. Dwyer.” Grace beamed at him.<br/><br/>She carried on, eating a bit more of her bowl of dinner. When she felt full, she eventually got up and returned the bowl to the kitchen, then brushed her teeth and washed her face in the bathroom. Without any makeup on, her skin was glowing with a dewy residue left over from her moisturizer. She returned to bed with Corey and pulled the covers down, falling onto the bed and groaning at the comfort of it as she settled in. “Goodnight, Corey.” She whispered, scooting closer to drape an arm around him and press a kiss against his neck.