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 Tay, or one of the girls…” He bent to kiss her again, but she turned her head.

“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 Taylor-

He was interrupted by an incredibly large crash, a shatter of glass, and the burglar alarm going off.

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