The Runaway Groom

Isaac raised a brow and slowly pried Irene's fingers off his collar before pressing her palm over his chest. "I know you have steady hands, but could you bear to take my heart?"

Irene stiffened, not about to back down. "Why wouldn't I? You're going to cheat on me."

“Then you can have my heart right now," he breathed as he wormed his other arm around her waist and pulled firmly, pressing her against himself.

Then, leaning in to breathe into her ear, he added, "Along with all that I am."

Irene flushed into her ears right then as she got flustered.

Even his palm burned.

Shyly lowering her gaze, she pouted. "Don't try to entice me and think this is over..."

Isaac continued to nuzzle her ear. "Well, what did I do?"

"That woman—"

he asked, cutting

was speechless but answered,

being paranoid and certainly did not

not easy for them to get together after all

and feelings change, and she had to be wary— she refused

his neck and gently kissed him on the lips. "If you don't love me anymore,

over hers before she could finish, and he kissed her so deeply she flushed from

gently shoved him

release

that Isaac would definitely get upset if she mentioned going to Minerva now, and she had to give

not being selfish, but she should be more considerate

breeze on her chest while her

came to her senses and found Isaac groping her breasts. She promptly caught his wrists, moaning,

were in his

picked her up by the waist, so that she straddled his hip while