The longer he looked at her, the more she blushed. She would never understand what he saw when he looked at her. But he seemed to like it. A lot. When he bent to kiss her, she lifted her face to his, a quiet happiness replacing the orgasmic high.
Wondering what thoughts were dancing through her mind, Isaac’s expression softened and he melted into the kiss, his hands gently framing her head, fingers curling in the hair at the base of her neck as he smiled against her lips. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered back. Playfully she wrapped all four limbs around him, twining her ankles together in a makeshift lock. “Mine.”