Callen
By the look on her face, I could tell that Isabel was not happy about what just took place. My dad wasn’t supposed to barge in here unannounced and mess up things between us so easily. Isabel’s face showed heartbreak and concern. It was more than likely my dad’s little slip-up about the girls I have been with sexually. If that was what it was, I was confused. I wasn’t shy with Isabel when I told her that I had messed around with other girls in the past. Why was she so upset with me?
I reached out to her, but she stepped back, placing one of my t-shirts over her torso then sitting on the bed. “Are you scared of me or something?” I asked her, not knowing if it was the
