Chuckling, Isabel moved so that the lean turned into something more like a hug. "It's tempting, but let's save that for a time and place where we don't have to worry about squirrels."
And that would be Isabel pulling away just a bit. "I'm sure they are. But here's the thing? You remember cautious no memory me? That's still me. I hope that's not going to be a problem."
Part of Wyatt figured he had to be dreaming this, but the feel of her lips moving under his was so real. He pulled her close, rubbing one hand up and down her back.
"Even better the second first time around," Wyatt said, moving one hand to brush a stray hair from her face. "Especially because it's really us this time."
Isabel leaned into his hand. "That's the best part. I kept waiting for the usual weekend denial to kick in. And it didn't. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
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Stepping closer, Isabel brushed a kiss over his cheek. "Besides, slow has benefits. Anticipation for one," she whispered.
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Tipping her head up, she smiled. "So, if I kissed you right now? Would that count as a first or second kiss?"
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