<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 then Diary Room<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/>She didn’t pull her hand away but rather squeezed his softly in the brief time before he released his hold. There was warmth in the gesture despite the distance in conversation,unfortunately,  it didn’t dissolve the pit in her stomach when he mentioned her connection with Logan. Their conversation earlier had set her on a different path and it should have felt better, but the reality was that this entire situation was just..strange. And she felt foolish. The emotional connections were faster and stronger…maybe they faded more quickly as well, but it was too early to know that for certain.<br/><br/>Stubbornness stopped her from correcting him. There was a hint of tension in the draw of her lips if he looked closely, but she didn’t say anything. Even as he lifted himself from the hot tub she didn’t say anything. Truthfully, she didn’t know what to say.<br/><br/>Mark had been kind to her, and they had connected. In a sense she had probably connected more strongly with him than Logan. It felt easier and less uncertain. There were parts of her that came through with him that didn’t with Logan, though she supposed the reverse was also true. Mark was more her type. Rugged, funny, and laser focused when it came to his career. The real one, not modeling. She also suspected he was the sort that believed a man should be certain things, particularly for the people he loved.<br/><br/>It all went unsaid though she offered him a bit of weathered smile before he left, then lingered in the hot tub until he had gone inside.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Delaney generally kept her own counsel, which was the opposite of how Love Island was supposed to work. This show was the epitome of other people in your business and entitled to having an opinion about it. Islanders. Entire countries full of people. Eventually, in the spirit of this grand adventure, she was also forced to lift herself from the hot tub and make her way inside to spill the proverbial beans rather than simply stewing over them in her own time and way.<br/><br/>The diary room was occupied, which came as no great surprise. There were fourteen? other people in this villa that felt just as at sea as she did. The diary room was an odd little haven in the chaos and after the utterly fucked up day she’d had, she needed her little sliver of peace.<br/><br/>She tapped her fingers idly on the wall and waited, the deep, muffled voice inside almost seeming melodic until it paused. There was a short bit of sound that followed before the clearer noise of the door opening drew her attention upward and she found herself face to face with Mark.<br/><br/>“People have nothing to do in here but talk.” she remarked blithely before brushing past him in the doorway. It wouldn’t be true for long. Soon enough people would spend their days snogging...and other things.<br/><br/>A murmured “Thank you” was shared along with a short, jaded smile as she entered.<br/><br/>For a few seconds she watched him go, and for a few after that she listened to the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. Quiet, seemingly certain strides that shifted then halted before she heard her name name.<br/><br/>Distracted and exhausted culminated to make the sound of it uniquely jarring. She recognized Mark’s voice immediately, though was surprised at the volume. Most of the Islanders had already gone to bed.<br/><br/>It startled her and from inside the diary room she had been more than midway through closing the door when she felt resistance.<br/><br/>“Jesus!”<br/><br/>Not Jesus. Just Mark. Scaring the holy Christ out of her.<br/><br/>“What?!”<br/>