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?"

her entire neck, causing her to shudder. Pursing her lips, she tried to

said and pressed

right then,

so, he was only kissing her ever

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

to her

widened as her cheeks flushed—she was not wearing anything underneath, leaving her utterly

fair, and her figure recovered

direct, and it felt like his eyes would bore a hole through

hands around his neck in turn, saying shyly,

and picked her up, kissing her and

on top of her, and she was lost in it

Irene ended up oversleeping.

sun was high above, and Isaac

she glanced at the clock to find that it was past nine, and she hurried