Breakfast was pretty calm, but every time I looked at Isabella, there was this strong feeling between us—it was like I wanted to take care of her.
I made sure she ate well and stayed close enough to notice every bite, every little sigh, and even those moments when my fingers brushed against her arm.
I didn't just want her to be here—I wanted her feeling safe with me. That no one would touch her without me kno── I meant… she's mine now. She soon will be.
After clearing the plates myself—no one else was going to be around her—I motioned toward the sitting room. "Come," I said softly, guiding her with my hand on her back.
Once we were on the couch, I rested my forehead against hers, letting the quiet say everything that needed to be said. She didn't resist when I tangled her fingers with mine.
The clock ticked on too fast.
Four o'clock came, and I could tell the reluctance in her eyes. She wasn't ready to leave. Neither was I willing to let her go.
