"...I love you."
"I love you too, Isha."
Aiwass also softly replied: "That's why I hope... you and I can be inseparable."
With that, he suddenly pulled Isabel into his arms. With a force almost enough to crush her, he lowered his head to give her a new kiss.
Isabel tilted her head back — she held tightly onto Aiwass's back, their abdomens pressed tightly together. Her head was already thrown back, revealing the elegant and slender curve of her swan-like neck, almost as if she were doing a backbend. She raised her hands, wrapping them around Aiwass's neck, hanging her body onto Aiwass, and then gradually bent backward even more softly.
It was more a dance than a kiss.
Like a flower in a storm.
Bent, yet unbroken.
This embrace and kiss didn't last long — Aiwass was also concerned about Isabel's health, so it didn't last too long.
He helped Isabel to her feet and reached out to tidy her hair.
