<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/><em>"Unyielding you are..."</em><br/><br/>“It’s been said before.” she remarked unapologetically.<br/><br/>Her eyes never wandered, not once. It was more out of stubbornness than anything else. The most poignant betrayal had faded to a dull but omnipresent ache, but it was still there and she wasn’t about to let an exceptional set of abs get her off course. A part of her sincerely wondered if he understood what part of this ordeal had twisted her up. He seemed repentant. Self deprecating, even. But did he really know why she was putting him through the crucible?<br/><br/>She bit her bottom lip as he discarded his shirt then let a small wry grin make an appearance as his jeans followed, her eyes still locked upon his.<br/><br/>“Better.”<br/><br/>Not that it was going to matter for long, they were getting to the uncomfortable subjects.<br/><br/>Delaney stood and carefully slid the tray along the ledge until it sat more centrally between them. Sharing the churros wasn’t a strict requirement for the conversation to continue, but she hoped he would.<br/><br/>“Now...about the real problem.”<br/><br/>She took one more sip of milk before she waded back around to resume her position across the hot tub from him.<br/><br/>“What do<em>you</em>suppose the real problem is?”<br/>