Her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding, as he pressed into her fingers, and she stroked her fingers through his hair. How could one person cause such turmoil in her heart? Slowly, so slowly, in case he should wake, she cupped her hand around his cheek, and pressed her lips to his.
Sighing deeply in contentment as fingers carded through his unruly curls, his lips parted upon feeling another set brush against his, and then his eyes flew open. Breath hitching and eyes locking with hers, he blushed and then gazed at her for the longest moment, then surged up to press his mouth to hers once more.
She made to push away as he woke, and then his mouth was on hers again, and her fingers curled into his shoulders instead, holding on as she drowned in sensation. After a long moment, she draw away much more slowly than she’d originally intended, gazing at him in wonder. “I-Isaac?”