A wry smile curved her mouth. “You aren’t putting your whole weight on me — and I’m strong.” She remembered their first — no, second — night together, talking about strength, and blushed faintly. “Stronger now.”
“And so very beautiful.” He smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth, fingers remaining curled in her hair as his hips pressed down against hers. Humming tunelessly and then chuckling at her blush, he pressed his lips to her cheeks. “I love you.”
His words made her blush deepen, and she closed her eyes and turned her face a little, into his kisses. “So much, Isaac. So much.” She felt like she could lie there forever, protected and blissful in his arms, and want for nothing else.
And then her stomach growled.