I S A B E L L A
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" I ask him as I gulp inaudibly, trying to wrap my head around the moment we just had.
He nods at me in response, giving me a reassuring smile.
“Certainly...” he replies softly.
As I turn to leave the room, I can feel his gaze on me, lingering in the air like a touch. And as I close the door behind me, I can’t shake the feeling that, little by little, he’s letting me in, and that this connection between us—fragile yet undeniable—is only growing stronger.
. . .
The morning arrives much too soon. I blink awake, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, half-expecting to find Angelo beside me, still wrapped up in the sheets, or maybe already watching me with that faintly amused look of his. After last night, a small part of me hoped he'd be he
