She found his ear and nibbled on it a bit before breathing, “Yes.” She tipped her head a little, and her hair shifted over one shoulder, and she shivered.
Isaac shivered and shifted against her, before he moved to press his face into her hair, inhaling her scent. “We should probably get dressed enough to move to another room though, else we might scare some of the servants.”
“This whole space is mine. They will not — ” She shook her head, mouth brushing against his skin. Limb by limb, she unwound herself from him, flesh pebbling in the chill of the room as she pulled away from his warmth. “It’s not far. Come.”