It was like fire. She kissed him back and in that moment here was heat, her fingers were in his hair and his hands were on her hip and in the middle of her back, her lips moved against hi with a natural flow that somehow encompassed the same hungry need as what Isaac himself had felt, and suddenly he was awake.
He had kissed a lot of women in the past two years, more than he could probably count if he was being honest. He brought them to bed and kissed them, chaste or deep or impatient or leisurely, because that was just what Isaac did. He brought them to bed. He kissed them. But it wasn't like this.
Isaac hadn't felt this since everything had fallen apart and he had left. He had walked around in a haze for so long he almost forgot what it was like to open his eyes and inhale, and that was what Lydia brought to him. She was like air filling his lungs and waking his brain from a two year long slumber, because his heart was skipping in a way it hadn't in so long than he had been afraid it would never function properly again.
The sound that she made was nothing less than addicting and he wanted to hear it again immediately, but suddenly she pulled away and gripped his hair tightly as if to keep him in place. She was right there, he could feel her right there, and he gave a quiet, huffed sound of impatience before she finally kissed him again, and Isaac surrounded her, pulling her into his arms once more as he fell into her slow lingering pace that he wanted to drag on for as long as he possibly could.
And then she was gone. His eyes opened to see her staring up at him like she had made a horrible mistake, and that stare terrified him more than he was willing to say. Why? Why did she look like that, why did she look like he fucked up? It felt like she was enjoying it, it felt like it was right, the first right feeling he'd had in so long, and she looked like she was on the verge of telling him it was all a mistake. All Isaac could do was shake his head, an almost pleading look in his eye, and he leaned in for a split second before stopping himself abruptly once more. She looked afraid. He couldn't act thoughtlessly if she was afraid.
"...Lydia..." he said her name in a croak, his hand moving away from her back as if nervous to keep touching her. "What is it? ...No? Is - I mean... bad?"