ISABELLA'S POV
For the first time in more than a while after the party, we were seeing each other again, and I looked like a homeless stray cat, with sweat dripping down my face. I wanted to bury myself in the ground.
What was he doing here?
He was dressed in a two-piece set, the matching waistcoat and pants molded and fitted to his body like a spell. I tried not to think of the parts of him I had seen and tasted, but given that I'd never thought I would see him again this soon, this was a treat I couldn’t deny myself.
Now he was back here again, and everything seemed to be tilted on its axis. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to remain patient.
I gazed up at him and caught his gaze. He winked at me. I turned away, my nerves suddenly jittery.
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