I S A B E L L A
My cheeks quickly flush with embarrassment as I pull away from him, keeping my eyes on him.
"What?" I mumble quietly, feeling even more flustered than I did before, and I expect him to let go of me completely, but instead, I can still feel his hands around my waist, leading me to believe he might still actually want me...
“You’re not ready for this, Isabella,” he says again, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. “Not yet.”
“I am,” I insist, though my voice wavers slightly. “I want this, Angelo. I want you...” I find myself saying, just as I reach for him, my breath suddenly picking up as I remain close to him.
He closes his eyes briefly, as if steadying himself, before looking at me again. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for... do
