She flopped onto her bed and wrapped herself in blankets.

Isaac followed, standing by her bedside. He reassured her, “Hey, it's just your mom, not a stranger. And you weren't doing anything crazy. It was just a kiss.”

Camila stayed silent.

Isaac nestled closer. The blanket was between them.

“I can't breathe." Camila nudged him away.

Isaac grinned, sliding his hand beneath the covers...

Camila peeked out, eyeing Isaac. "What are you doing?"

In a deep voice, Isaac replied, "I am just following your lead."

“What lead?" Camila inquired.

Isaac leaned in, planting a kiss, then nibbled her chin, murmuring, "Kissing you."

Camila hugged him, making up for the interrupted smooch.

Her hands got busy, undoing his shirt...

Isaac glanced down, his voice husky. “Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," Camila confirmed.

And she showed him, wrapping her legs around him.

Isaac held her close, carrying her to the bathroom...

After a while, they emerged.

Camila was wrapped in a towel and was being carried by Isaac. She was exhausted.

“Rest up. I'll wake you for dinner," Isaac said, handing her the quilt.

Camila couldn't even lift her eyes. "Please don't wake me up. I need my sleep. If you do, I might not sleep again."