“You really think so?”
She didn’t say anything. Not on their way out, not the whole drive over, not while unlocking her studio apartment. Not while she pushed him up against the door and kissed him fiercely, fingers clenched in his shoulders.
Isaac let her have her silence. He just followed her all the way to the apartment and kissed her back when he was pressed against the wall. His hands flew to her waist and he pulled her against him eagerly.
It was too hard to stay stretched up the foot of height difference between them for long. She dragged her kisses down along the line of his jaw, setting teeth to scrape at the column of his throat. “Don’t be passive,” she hissed.