You can take whatever you need

Lexie's hands clung to Isiah's neck. Isiah, usually guarded and enigmatic, yielded to Lexie's unspoken command.

 There was a subtle shift in the air, a departure from the usual tension that lingered between them. 

Lexie's fingers traced the contours of his neck, her touch both hesitant and determined.

For the first time, Isiah's usual repulsion seemed to waver. Instead of pulling away, he allowed the proximity. 

Lexie's shivering hands conveyed a mixture of fear and fascination. She looked into Isiah's eyes, searching for answers in the depths of his gaze. 

Lexie, her voice a fragile murmur, broke through the quiet, "Isiah, your body is shivering so hard." 

Isiah, still held captive by Lexie's touch, gazed into her eyes with a mixture of emotions that defied easy interpretation. 

Isiah's gaze, usually steely and composed, now betrayed a vulnerability that shook Lexie to her core.