Again she made that sleepy little chuckle and snuggled closer, nesting her face into the crook of his shoulder. “Or we could stay here forever … ” she yawned. Idly she curled one hand over his hip, fingertips trailing again.
“That really does sound perfect though, doesn’t it?” Isaac murmured and mirrored her yawn, his body stretching out and contorting in a rather feline manner, before he trembled at her seemingly innocent touch. “Mmm.”
“Hmmm?” She was already half-asleep, just petting him as if he were some great cat, or a hound sharing her bed for warmth.