Sorry I haven't been posting for a long time. I've been busy and just haven't been feeling it too much really.
When Shona got her breast plate off, she was left wearing a sweat-drenched tank top. It was saturated to the point where you could see her bra.
Calvin's swallowed, but the lump in his throat didn't seem to dissapear.
"I was afraid of that, but while you're here I'd still apriciate it if you helped measure me out."
Calvin blushed a deep crimson, similar to that of a dying fire.
“You know I've killed before, right?”
It wasn't the fact she had killed, Calvin could accept that.