She stared at him with wide eyes, unsure she'd heard him.
His hand didn’t move right away, it lingered at her waist, warm against the thin fabric of her shirt. Isabel opened her mouth, unsure what she was even going to say, when his hand slid lower, fingers trailing the curve of her stomach.
Her breath hitched.
Her thighs tightened instinctively, and when his hand dipped just a little further, her breath escaped as a moan before she could stop it. She froze, embarrassed.
He chuckled, low and amused, “is that permission?”
She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. Her jaw clenched even as her lips parted slightly. Issac Dun just chuckled like it was casual to him but that was the least shocking thing happening to her right now. It felt like she was trapped in a dream.
He didn’t wait for her to
