She didn’t move, she actually couldn’t.

Isaac’s eyes were locked on hers, steady, like he already knew what she was going to say before she did. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“W-what...” she started, voice barely audible but he was already moving.

He didn’t give her a chance to second-guess it, to hide, to fall back into her head. He leaned in, slow and certain, one hand brushing her hip while the other gripped behind her knee.

She gasped as he lifted her, easily, ...