(Isabella’s POV)
I’m speechless. My eyes widen as my mouth opens and shuts at his words. Why would he say such a thing, just to help me?
What is this emotion I feel when I’m close to this man?
My knees are weak, the butterflies in my stomach flap wildly. When he called me his second chance, my pulse felt like I just shifted back to my human form after a marathon run in the forest.
Instinctively, I reach for his arm, pausing for a heartbeat before looking straight at Layla.
Why would she have ever given him up…for Jesse?
Even through this shirt, my fingers feel the definition of his carefully crafted muscles. A Greek god, I muse.
My eyes flutter closed for just a second as I take in his sandalwood scent. The sensation in my belly escalates from butterflies to what feels like m
