“You really think so?”
She followed, not even bothering to check if anyone was paying attention to them, and grabbed a chair, positioning it in an empty space. “Sit,” she commanded.
Isaac raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, taking a seat in the chair obediently and looking up at her.
“You’ll break my neck, standing,” she explained, and perched on Isaac’s knee. Delicate fingertips traced the slope of his shoulders, upward to his throat, before she leaned forward.