The spirit might have been willing to change the kiss to something more, but Isabel knew Wyatt was tired. She ended the kiss and shifted position so that she could pull Wyatt's head against her shoulder.
"Go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere." She probably wouldn't sleep much either. But it didn't matter as long as Wyatt was there to hold onto.
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Date: 2008-06-25 02:23 am (UTC)"Go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere." She probably wouldn't sleep much either. But it didn't matter as long as Wyatt was there to hold onto.