“Mine or yours?” Jacob asked when a while later, he led Isabelle by the hand towards the bedrooms.
Isabelle looked between the two doors. Was she really doing this? Sparks flew up her arm from where he caressed her wrist with his thumb. Yes, she was.
“Yours,” she replied. She had never been in his room before. She wanted to lie in his bed and surround herself with his scent.
“As you wish,” he said, reaching for his door and pushing it open. He caught her by surprise seconds later when he hooked his arm below her knees and the other around her back and scooped her off her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck securely.
“Carrying you over the threshold,” he told her, stepping into the room and then kicking the door shut. “This is the first t
