ISABELLA’S POV
A soft shadow was casted on his handsome face as he faced me. I stood on the doorway of the kitchen, somewhat unable to move nor say anything as our gazes locked. My heart pounded furiously, and for a brief moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. The small, gentle smile that curved his lips was unexpected, yet it stirred a whirlwind of emotions inside me.
“I’m making some breakfast.”
I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my cheeks somewhat burning from our sudden eye contact earlier. But I forced to nod my head at him in return, trying to look composed and calm despite the loud and erratic pounding in my chest.
“I just wanted to get some water.” I managed to say, hoping to clarify my presence here. I didn’t want him to think I’d been watching him. Eve
