There were fingerfoods, and Summer held out a cherry tomato to Isaac as the servants withdrew as neatly and quickly as they’d come. The room seemed very still after they’d gone, yet, she felt, it wasn’t the horrid oppressive stillness it had been before.
He smiled adoringly at her and took the cherry tomato from her, pressing a gentle little kiss to the tips of her fingers. As soon as he’d chewed and swallowed it, he held out one for her to take, lovingly caressing her wrist with her free hand, not wanting to speak and thus shatter the silence that had fallen upon them.
She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling, as they fed each other. After a little while, they began to feed each other more directly, and she nibbled his fingertips. There was a stirring in her body she hadn’t felt for ages.