Would it hurt?

Was it worth the risk?

I didn’t know. Would I ever know?

It wasn’t this complicated in the movies.

I put my wine glass down and got up, tossing the closest cushion out of my way. I almost tripped over Lucifer on my way to the front door, but it wasn’t the kitten that stopped me.

It was the fact that Isaac was standing in front of my door, inside my house.

“What the—” I froze. “I thought you left!”

“I thought you might follow me.”

“What if I hadn’t? How would you have left?”

“Hidden until you went to bed and climbed out the window?” He smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I gave him a flat look. “Very funny. Why are you still here?”

“Like I said, I thought you might follow me.” He stepped away from the door, toward me, and approached me slowly. “I took a bit of a risk.”

“I’ll say.”

“Think about it, Hannah.”

“Think about it?”

“One night.” He reached over and ran his thumb along the curve of my jaw. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world, and I can tell you this—it wouldn’t be bad. For me or for you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know that for sure.”

Isaac swept his hand down to cup my chin and closed the remaining distance between us. Just when I thought he was going to speak, he lowered his face and touched his lips to mine.

Fireworks exploded across my skin at the touch. It was so unexpected, so unreal, that all I could do was stand in front of him and be kissed. I was completely at this mercy in this moment, even more so when he grabbed my hip and pulled my body flush against his.

I settled my hands on his toned arms and leaned into the kiss. It wasn’t like I could do anything else—my brain wasn’t firing on any cylinders, never mind all of them. I was consumed by the sensation of his full lips moving across mine, and it took me longer than I cared to admit to realize I was kissing him right back.

His lips swept over mine with an ease of a man who knew what he was doing, but the firmness of someone who wanted to take it further. His tongue flicked against my lower lip teasingly, as if it were begging me to open my mouth and deepen the kiss,

Somehow, I resisted.

Only just.

I exhaled when he pulled away, leaving my lips feeling cold and lonely without his touch.

“Don’t forget what I said. Two drops of the medicine in the morning, a pinch of the powder with lunch.”

Wait, what?

I blinked at the space where he just was, and I’d only just focused both my gaze and my brain when the door swung shut.

This time, he really had left.

And of course, he’d been talking about Lucifer’s medicine.

I touched my fingertips to my lips and ran my teeth over the lower one, tugging at the skin at the side.