Issac sat on the couch with you, his head on your lap. You had work in the morning and had to leave but he was draping himself over you.

"Pleasee...work isn't that important, right?"

Issac tried, his hands wrapping around your waist like ivy and tightening. He obviously didn't want you to leave. Issac groaned, his eyes drooping tiredly as you struggled in his grip. He wanted you to stay!