Chapter
sixty-five:
Christy found
Isaac sitting up in bed reading when she stepped out of the bath tub.
She watched him from the door for a few
minutes. His eyebrows were raised in question, but soon his face relaxed
slightly. His lips pressed together in concentration.
Christy smiled
to herself at how adorable he looked when reading. He was so focused and drawn
into the novel.
She crossed the room quickly in a few quick strides and grabbed the book from
his hands, tossing it over her shoulder across the room.
Before he could
even protest, she pressed her lips to his and climbed into his lap, kissing him
intensely. Her hands moved through his hair quickly, pulling him into her
kisses, as she opened her mouth against his and searched for his tongue.
After overcoming
the initial shock, he carefully rolled her onto her back and returned her
kisses.
At last his
kisses left her lips and traveled down her throat.
“Mmm… remember earlier? You promised me three or four
times?” Christy asked with a grin.
He chuckled.
“Oh, I remember. And I intend to fulfill that promise.”
“You’d better,
because you have no choice.”
Isaac resumed
kissing her lips, devouring her kisses with his own. His hand wandered beneath
her thin spaghetti strap shirt and up her back, in search of her bra clasp. Not
finding one, he began moving his fingers tortuously slowly towards her front.
Suddenly, she
broke the kiss. “Wait! Wait, Isaac!” She stopped his hand.
“What? What?” He
asked unable to catch his breath.
“I think there’s
someone downstairs.” She looked up into his eyes, her chest heaving from their
effort.
“I’m sure it’s
just Zac or
“No, baby, it’s
not them. It’s someone… else.”
“I locked the
doors myself. Don’t worry, okay?” He gently brushed her cheek with his fingers.
“Isaac, I’m
serious.”
“How do you know
someone is downstairs, hmm?” He asked, kissing her shoulder and collarbone,
gently sliding down the strap of her shirt.
“I… have a
feeling.”
“A
feeling? You want me
to go downstairs and search for intruders based on a feeling?” He kissed the
cove between her neck and shoulder, “I’ve got feelings too, you know. And none
of them involve leaving this bed…”
“Isaac, baby.
You know I’m usually right when I have these feelings. I was right when my
brother broke his leg, I was right when your aunt thought she was having a
girl, but I said she was having a boy, remember? Please, baby, trust me!” She
begged. “Someone is downstairs.”
He looked into
her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. “You’re really frightened aren’t you?”
She nodded
quickly.
“Alright.” He pushed himself up and jerked on the
nearest pair of pants. “But I’m telling you, there’s no one there. I locked the
door myself, and no one could have gotten in, It’s
probably just
He was
interrupted by an incredibly large crash, a shatter of glass, and the burglar
alarm going off.
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