"Is Isabella the person that I remind you of?" Kiera asked, narrowing her question.
Kaze closed his eyes and took a deep breath, snapping back to the topic he tried suppressing. "No, Isabella is someone you are [similar to] from long ago.
I loved her for the same reasons I love you. I don't love you because you [remind me] of her. So please don't let your anxiety insult my feelings."
Kiera puffed out her cheeks when he brazenly declared she'd ask if he loved her because of Isabelle. However, she smiled wryly because she would have and was grateful he had addressed it, so she didn't have to.
Kaze pulled the covers out as she stood awkwardly, brazenly asserting that she was anxious about lying down—she was grateful about that, too.
After she reached the bed, her partner watched her get into bed with excruciating timidity, exasperating him. So, without warning, he picked her up by her waist, dropping her beside him and tickling her.
