It was a weekend, and Hannah Johnson had social obligations that included drinking. She wasn't too late getting home, kicked off her high heels, and walked barefoot to the couch, where she lay down directly.
The bedroom door opened, and it was only when Hannah heard the noise that she squinted to see.
Isaac Shea had just taken a shower, wearing simple home clothes. Probably in a hurry to come out, his body wasn't completely dried, and the steam clung to his clothes, sticking to his body.
She had touched his body before.
It was substantial.
She staggered to her feet, but Isaac, fearing she would fall, quickly stepped forward. Hannah's body swayed, and she fell into his arms, instantly wrapping her arms around his tight waist.
She took a deep breath, soft and rubbing against him.
It was undeniably provocative.
"Sister..." Isaac held her by the waist, afraid she would fall.