<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.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 | Dinner time<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 had still been quietly chuckling and wiping at her lashes when Corey got up and moved his chair, setting it down beside her and lowering onto it. She didn’t know that he moved until she heard the chair plop down beside her, in the grass. With a small, shuddering breath, she opened her eyes and turned to look at Corey, just before he reached out to grab hold of one of her hands.<br/><br/>He gave her hand a proper squeeze and Grace set her other hand atop his. When he apologized, she shook her head. “You don’t need to be sorry,” she honestly replied. “I wouldn’t have shared it if I didn’t want you to know.” Her voice was kept hushed and her body twisted to face his a bit better. Grace sniffled. “Does it look like I’m crying?” She jokingly asked when he mentioned he didn’t want to cause her to.<br/><br/>And then he gave her his sentiments on the matter. She chewed on her lower lip while Corey spoke about how he was sure her grandparents would be proud, about how she shouldn’t worry about disappointing them, about how she seemed to inherit their gifts in baking and had a real talent for it. After his comment about how she’d probably already be doing it if not for her followers being curious about her outfits, she released her lip and laughed a bubbly sound.<br/><br/>His hand squeezed hers again and made her very warm on the inside. Her hand that laid over top of his braced a little tighter against his skin. He made her laugh again with the remark about his dates ending in tears. He offered that they each have another cupcake, but she liked how his other ideas sounded. “Or maybe cannonball after streaking round the villa,” she suggested, her brows playfully wiggling.<br/><br/>She raised her hand and clutched at his shirt collar, pulling him a bit closer to her before tilting her head and pressing her lips against his in a more passionate kiss than they had shared up until that point. Her hand tugged him closer by his shirt, before her fingers eased away from his collar and slid around the back of his neck, getting lost at the nape of his neck and tangling in his short locks.<br/><br/>Grace parted her lips a bit wider, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him and savoring his flavor. “Mmm,” she cooed when she finally did pull away, gently. “I think I’d rather skip the cupcake and enjoy some more of you instead.” She made an innocent face at him. “I suppose we do need to eat something for dinner though, don’t we?”