ISABELLA'S POV
The days before Alex left were one of the best days of my life.
Now, it has been almost a week since he left and I've tried not to think about him, not like I could. Instead, the want and need hadn’t lessened; if anything, they had grown stronger. But every time the temptation to call Alex began undermining my common sense, I kept busy to distract myself from thinking of him.
We already agreed that it was just s*x. I didn't want to seem too attached to him, so I decided not to call him or text him. That way, it would be easier to forget him.
When I slept, it was with the memory of him holding me in his arms, but more often I lay awake, my body soft and aching for his hardness to surround him. I couldn’t sleep and my appetite had suffered. I couldn’t even have s*x with
