Isabella′s POV:
Resting my head on the desk, I ran my tongue across my teeth, tasting the pineapple pizza from earlier.
"Isabella...This is Damien′s house...His home...He never brings anyone back here."
I hide my face against the wooden table, “Don’t smile. It means nothing. Damien is still a jerk...a meanie.”
A pebble knock against the glass caught my attention. Opening the window, every single tooth reveals itself, “Alfie.”
He ran towards me and leap on a branch, twirls himself once, then climb the tree until he reaches me. When he entered my bedroom, he engulfs me in his usual cozy hug and flops us on the bed.
“Hey, you.”
I smile, “Hey you,” I repeat his words.
“Oh, I got you something,” Alfie said, digging into the back of his pocket. He pulls out a small box and places it o
