ISABELLA'S POV
It was a Tuesday morning and Edward was taking a shower, getting prepared for work. It was quiet and I enjoyed the peace. I was reading a James Hadley Chase Novel, but I couldn't concentrate on the story. I read one paragraph over and over again, still not quite grasping the message.
I picked up my phone and saw a missed call from my mother, and a text from Brianna asking how my trip went, but nothing else… especially from him.
I hadn’t even realized that I still nursed the hope that Alex would reach out, and the fact that he hadn’t hurt more than I wanted to accept.
I shut my eyes and all that came to mind was... Alex.
His almost boyish grin, but with that intensity raging in the depths of his glare.
What's wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about him? I kept chant
