The Runaway Groom

When Isaac did not respond, Irene messed with him by reaching underneath his collar, but he put a hand over hers, stopping her. Glancing behind at her, he said, "In two days, ideally.”

With that, he hung up, and turned around to wrap his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against himself.

They could feel each other's warmth through the fabric.

Irene looked up then, her hair still a little wet and bearing the lingering freshness of shampoo as she asked, "What would be ideal in a couple days?"

"Weren't you planning on going back to Zidonia? I'm asking someone to arrange for it in two days," Isaac replied.

She was indeed in a hurry to visit Lulu. In fact, remembering Lulu left her a little unsettled, especially since the officer who called Irene had been stammering but did not tell her how Lulu was.

It was certainly weighing down on her mind, and she was intending to get comfortable with Isaac, only to lose interest just then.

"Take a bath. I'm going to bed..."

Isaac was not about to let go, however—he held her a little firmer than, leaving her a little suffocating.

At the same time, he leaned in to breathe beside her ear with a deep voice, “Trying to seduce me and run away? Did you think that's going to happen?"

was covering her entire neck, causing her to shudder.

he said and pressed his

Irene's breath was caught right then, and

only

while she remained passive—he could always make her lose herself with relative ease and

turned ragged, Isaac's hand slid down to her waist and undid her bathrobe with a gentle

cheeks flushed—she was not wearing anything underneath,

skin was fair, and her figure recovered well even

gaze was as fiery as it was direct, and it felt like his

around his

arched his back and picked her

down, he moved on top of her, and

Irene ended up oversleeping.

been sleeping even though the sun was high

to find