<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9f0bU30.jpg)</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>2 July, 2019 | 9:00am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Breakfast date on the beach.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This bikini and cover up,  (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.jpg) blue sandals, this Lapis Lazuli necklace. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/76/a9/7976a91c957ec2691985e6d55e4b4cc5.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan<br/><hr/><br/>The brush of his hand was received felicitously. Her smile transitioned gently from exuberant to subdued and her free hand drifted down to rest over his. At first he might have wondered if she intended to move it, but her thumb brushed over his skin and she turned toward him ever so slightly instead. At some point she put down her mimosa.<br/><br/>While he glanced down to their hands her eyes wandered the youthful but rugged planes of his face. For the split second before his eyes raised to meet hers anew she glimpsed the recognition of chemistry. A thrilling recognition that she shared immediately and unequivocally.<br/><br/><em>Falling in love…</em><br/><br/>She felt the words as much as she heard them. There was just something about him... gentleness in his eyes and honesty in the way he lowered his voice to make the conversation more personal. It didn’t feel as though he was playing her, so either he was really...<em>really</em>exceptional at the game or in earnest.<br/><br/>As he mentioned his dog a fraction of the exuberance returned to her smile before fading. She thought to herself that there were no creatures on earth as deserving of love as dogs, but didn’t interrupt him to voice it. Instead she slowly leaned in and met him halfway.<br/><br/>Her free hand raised to cup his cheek and she closed her eyes, the warmth of her lips freely offered for the span of a few intimate heartbeats. It wasn’t a passionate or brazen kiss but rather tender and sincere with the brief, light flick of her tongue along his bottom lip as she withdrew imparting the same playfulness that had suffused their conversation.<br/><br/>Despite the awareness that the production team was expecting the date to draw to a close, and despite the conclusion of their kiss, she maintained a measure of closeness. The tanginess of orange juice and the subtle taste of his English Breakfast still lingered pleasantly on the tip of her tongue.<br/><br/>“I guess we’re just going to have to see…” she said, her voice kept low though the revelry returned to her smile.<br/><br/>She was looking forward to the prospect.<br/><br/>“And I look forward to hearing about your writing…and your dog.”<br/>