THE NEXT DAY
AT ISABELLA'S POV:
The next morning, I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the garden. Noah was always so close to me. It was becoming infuriating. I needed space, time to think, to breathe. But how could I get him back off when he clearly did not intend to leave me alone? Maybe if I told him I needed time alone, he’d respect it. No, I’d tried that, and it hadn’t worked. Or perhaps I could start acting so unbearable that he’d be the one to distance himself. I sighed. Knowing Noah, that would probably make him stick around even longer. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door, and before I could answer, Noah stepped inside, his usual smirk on his face. He had that casual confidence as if he knew he was exactly where he wanted to be.
"Morning." He said, leaning a
