The first thing Isabel felt when she woke was warmth. The kind of warmth that made her want to stay perfectly still. She was tucked tightly against Isaac's chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. His breath was slow, steady against the top of her head, and she couldn't help the small smile pulling at her lips.

She shifted a little, trying not to wake him. His grip only tightened.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was still raspy from sleep.

She looked up at him, ...