"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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"I can't believe you've actually been staying here..." Angie said just as Isaac was unlocking the front door of their old house with the key she'd given him.
Isaac just pushed the door open, stepping aside to let her in. She brushed past him, her eyes scanning the familiar place. "I'm surprised you haven't been caught either."
"There's been a lot of movement with the realtor and the moving company, but I always manage to sneak around," he shrugged. "Where did you think I was staying?"
Angie pressed her lips into a straight line, trying to suppress a laugh because the answer was embarrassing — but she said it anyway. "With Allison."
Isaac raised his brows, clearly not expecting that. "Why would I?"
"I don't know... I just thought you were. But it's fine, don't worry about it. We're past that." Angie dismissed it quickly, turning to head for the kitchen, but Isaac caught her hand, pulling her back around to face him.
He stepped closer, leaning down to kiss her, both hands gently cradling the sides of her face.
"We're not, if you still keep thinking that," Isaac murmured against her lips. "Angie, I love you. I want you and only you. Even if I was put in a room with a million other girls, I'd pick you. It'll always be you, okay?"
He made sure to lock eyes with her, and it wasn't hard for him. If it were up to Isaac, he'd spend the rest of his life staring into those eyes — they were beautiful, and she was beautiful.
Angie broke. She couldn't help it. Her gaze darted away to hide the flush of red in her cheeks as the biggest, uncontrollable smile stretched across her face.
Isaac grinned, satisfied that he'd made her nervous. He didn't find it embarrassing — he thought it was adorable. Gently, he used his hand to tilt her chin back toward him, catching a proper look at her smile.
"Stop laughing at me..." she muttered, eyes dropping again.
"I'm not. It's cute... you're cute. I like when you do that," Isaac admitted easily.
"That's why you do it all the time — you're mean," she rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't stop her grin.
He just tugged her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When they pulled apart, Angie turned and continued toward the kitchen with Isaac trailing behind.
She hadn't been back here in weeks. She'd planned to come when it was officially her turn to pack, but Isaac had suggested they stop by now.
"You guys are officially moving in with Derek?" Isaac asked, spotting a stack of contracts sitting on the kitchen counter.
