*Isabella's POV*
"That doesn't mean it's okay," he countered, voice low but firm. "It doesn't," I admitted, "but I'm happy you taught him a lesson. Without killing him, that is. I don't think I could date a convict." My teasing drew the smallest smile from him, the tension in his jaw finally easing. With a soft chuckle, he stepped closer, one hand sliding to the back of my neck as he pulled me into another slow, lingering kiss. "Stay with me tonight, doll," he murmured between kisses.
All I could manage in response was a breathy moan before he pulled back. "Let me grab a shirt," he said, already turning away. "But why? You're fine this way," I shot back, my eyes unapologetically drifting over him. He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Nice try, doll." Once he finally put on a shirt
