For a moment, Isabella didn't know what should be her next move. She knew he was going to think that way and she regretted falling asleep in his room and right in his arms and she...urgh, kissed his cheek.
He must have thought of it that way and now she had to face the consequences of her action.
Isabella pressed her head down and thought of what should come out of her mouth. "It's not the way you think."
"Really?" Luke drank the tea in the mug watching her display before him. "You came closer to me and press your lips on my cheek and I must say your lips are soft."
"It's not what you think, Luke," she looked up at him.
"Okay, explain to me... Isabella," he was so ready to tease her. It was because of her kiss he didn't face his morning dilemmas and that didn't cause him to act rude and harsh toward her. Seems she had more effect on him than he does on her.
"I was half asleep and I'm used to kissing my sisters before going to bed."
