"Mila."

“What is it?" Camila responded.

Isaac gently cupped her chin, elevating her face slightly, he leaned down and tenderly kissed her Lips.

He deepened the kiss with fervor.

His intensity almost made Camila lose her footing. Isaac steadied her, his hands on her delicate waist. Her waist was so supple and fragile; it felt as if he could snap it with a bit more pressure.