Isolde lingered in Adam's embrace, her face still pressed against his chest, the warmth of the Bloodpact humming softly between them. The sound of the waterfall filled the clearing, a gentle, steady rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of her heart.
She let out a slow, reluctant breath, her voice carrying a note of quiet regret.
"We should go back. We've been gone too long."
Adam's lips curved into a mischievous smile. Without warning, he bent down and scooped her into his arms, lifting her off the ground in a smooth, effortless motion.
Isolde let out a startled, undignified squeak—a sound so unexpectedly cute that it made Adam's grin widen.
"Wha—?! Adam! Put me down!"
Adam's voice carried a light, teasing warmth as he adjusted his hold on her, cradling her securely against his chest.
"Nope. You said we should go back, so I'm carrying you. Efficient."
