‟Come here, you,” Layla whispered, only a matter of seconds passing before their lips had met. With an arm wrapped loosely around Jasper, the blonde curled up beside him, her chin tilted up to meet his gaze. ‟French does sound a bit more gentle to the ears, but there’s something about German that’s interesting. The accent itself sounds a bit more rough, if that makes sense? It can be sexy too, you know,” and now she’s giggling, her head buried against the fabric of his shirt to conceal her blush. ‟Who knows, perhaps I might surprise you,” she added, mirroring his shrug with a soft smirk.
“Oh…” He was alarmed by the sudden contact, being that he had been enclosed in this cabin for five months straight, he was still attempting to get accustomed to her presence. It didn’t help that he had imagined her every night while she was gone. “I forgot who it was I told… but I told them that it was like a war language. It is, really, which was why I was so intent on learning it. I think it’s neat, though its really far from sexy, babe.” He made a face when she looked up at him, wrapping a large hand round her waist. “Mm, really? Well then, we’ll just have to wait and see.”
