"Slow down with the questions," Isabelle told him, although that, too, came out pretty quiet, and almost a sigh. "My room, my bed. Both our eyes open."

It was just better that way.

"For as long as we could." Realist. She shifted again, parting her legs just a little further, and for a reason. She stopped her circular rubbing, although only to tug her underwear more to one side. More direct access. "It'd be morning. You'd wear nothing, I'd wear one of your shirts. You'd hold fistfuls of it while holding me, pulling it tighter against my skin."