I S A B E L L A
The next day..
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, gently waking me. I blink groggily, my body still warm and comfortable beneath the duvet, when I immediately realise something’s... off. There’s an unfamiliar weight against me, the solid warmth of another body pressed against my back.
Suddenly, I’m wide awake.
I turn my head just enough to catch a glimpse of Angelo’s strong arm wrapped casually around my waist. My heart jumps into my throat, and before I can stop myself, I let out a startled scream, scrambling to the other side of the bed.
“W-What the—?!” I stammer, clutching the duvet against my chest as if it’s a shield, my face burning with embarrassment.
Angelo stirs at the sound of my scream, but instead of reacting with any kind of urgency, he
