Isabella
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes the next morning was that I wasn’t alone. William stood beside the bed watching me silently, and I couldn't help but think back a bit.
If this were a couple of months ago, I would have been thrilled at the thought that he was up and waiting for me. Now, his presence only made me slightly irritated.
Morning light spilled through the curtains behind him, soft and golden against the dark shirt stretched across his shoulders, but there was nothing soft about the atmosphere in the room.
For a second, neither of us spoke.
Strangely enough, I wasn’t surprised to see him there. A locked door had never truly stopped William from getting what he wanted, and he did have the key since this was his room too.
“You’re awake.” His voice ca
