ISABELLE
“More than okay.” I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “That was—”
“Overdue,” he finished.
“Very”
We cleaned up carefully-him using tissues from the console beside him, me adjusting my dress and underwear.
Afterward, I tried to move back to my seat, but Matt pulled me against him. “Stay,” he said softly.
So I did.
I curled into his side, my head on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around me. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear was the most soothing sound in the world.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.
“Very.”
We stayed like that for a while, just existing together in the quiet hum of the jet.
At some point, I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Matt was gently shaking my shoulder.
“Isabelle,” he murmured.
