Isaac's POV
Ingrid was totally naïve and innocent when it came to intimacy, marital affairs, and romance. She only knew what the school talked about s*x.
As for my late wife's and son's cases, I was relieved that she didn't kill them even if her dad told her to. I guess she was raised by a monster, but Ingrid never had horns like her James. She turns her head, and our upper lips touch each other.
"Aahhh!" she screams. She jumps off the couch literally.
She looks surprised and shy. She groans when her forehead hits the edge of the table. I grab her waist and press my lips against her.
"Don't retaliate. You made a deal with me, right?" I whispered huskily. She didn't move and let me kiss her. She's static and didn't respond, which irritates me.
"Kiss me back," I assert firmly.
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