She squeaked, jerking her hand away and looking from it to him. “Did you just — you licked me! You LICKED me, you incorrigible — werewolf!” She wiped her hand on his chest, shoving him down into the couch and straddling his lap. “Wicked, naughty, incorrigible — !”
Isaac’s eyes widened quite comically before darting over to the door, wondering if he had time to escape before she unleashed hell on him. But he never, and he simply gazed up at her fondly and wrapped his arms around her waist, before leaning to silence her with a kiss.
“Mph!” Despite the indignant squeal, she put her arms around his neck and submitted to being silenced gracefully. Then she tapped his nose with a finger. “Behave,” she instructed firmly, and began to fingercomb his hair.