Moses stopped by Isobel, pinching her chin, and tugging her mouth to his. She was shocked enough to part her lips, and another spattering of astonishment flowed through her bond, stronger this time. Moses’ kiss was gentle, as it had been before summer break when he kissed her against Theodore’s door. It was a slow, sensual coaxing, enough to leave her breath catching. He pulled back, his hand trailing from her jaw to her neck, brushing against her chest as he stepped away, not a word passed between them as he caught up with Elijah.
