Isla laughed as Sloan kissed her knuckles, finding his antics both flattering and amusing. She rested her chin on her hand that wasn’t being held by Sloan, pretending to weigh up the pros and cons to having to spend more time with Sloan. “I’ll survive,” she teased, smiling at him. “It’ll be good practice for when we’re married, no?”
“Impossible.” He shook his head, not yet letting go of the hand that he’d kissed. “True, but shouldn’t you want your space or do you like me that much already?” Sloan was teasing her, not only had he wanted her to spend time with him, small study dates were easier than going into it with nothing on hand in case things feel into a lull -- which they never did these days. “Still find it hard that you go and get all dirtied up...and you don’t even like my baggy jumpers.”















