“God, I forgot how strong you are.” The end of the sentence was muffled a bit by his mouth. It didn’t even feel like he was straining to hold her up. “It won’t because next time I will know and I’ll come after you with fire and wrath.” Her eyes flashed.
Isaac grinned wickedly and kissed her again, holding her close and nuzzling against her. “You’re kind of my favorite,” he mumbled, walking over to the couch and plopping down, stretched out on it.
“Kind of your favourite what?” she inquired, wriggling backward to perch on his knees and study him. Her eyes roamed his face, looking for any sign of injury, any shadow that hadn’t been there before, any change. Delicately she slid a hand to the back of his neck, into the curls that might be a little longer than before. “Promise me you aren’t hurt,” she said, voice rough.