Isabelle still felt a little bit dizzy even though she knew that they had stopped twirling. She knew fully well that it was the kiss that was making her all wobbly and disoriented. Kissing Delnard always felt glorious and she knew that she would never get enough of it for as long as she lived.
“You’re here,” he whispered against her lips as he pulled away to look at her in the eyes, still holding her up in his arms. Isabelle groaned in protest and pulled him back for another kiss.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” Delnard murmured releasing her lips from his once more. This time he pulled her tighter as he nuzzled her ear then her neck with his lips “Does this mean you’re staying with me?”
Isabelle moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck while her legs encircled his waist.
