Michele let out a small yelp of surprise as Isaac lifted her off the floor and pushed her on the bed. Hearing the bed creak under their weight but she ignore it. Her breath caught in her throat. Panic filled her.  As he push her down and holding her as he held her wrist.  Then his lips were on her.  She melted under his kiss. The panic she felt faded. When he ended the kiss, she saw mischief in his eyes. Reminding Michele that she was safe with him.<br/><br/>“It is a miracle.” She giggled slightly at his joke while trying to keep her voice quiet. Listening to see if they had woke her mother. The snoring from the other room told her that they hadn’t.<br/>Michele felted conflicted. Loving the feel of his hand on her stomach and his other hand that was close around her wrist on pinning her to the bed. Yet felt trap at the same time. She got lost in his handsome yellow eyes. Watching her reaction carefully. That careful watching made her heart melt. Knowing that he didn’t want to make  mistake with her.  Slowly she withdrew hand from his. Rolling her and his to where they were side by side.<br/><br/>“Yes, a little. Just don’t .” Michele eyes darted down  as she quietly said. “ Don’t want to be held down.” She that he would understand, a little afraid she might be giving him mix singles. She didn’t want to hurt him or make a mistake either.