Aurora D'Angelo / Isla Smith
One word — surrender.
I was not weak. I was surrendering, jumping off a cliff without a parachute, hoping he would catch me.
He slowly turned around, met my eyes, and gave me a soft smile. I was trusting him, a playboy, with my heart.
“Let's go.” his voice was tired. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, and without thinking twice, I nodded.
“Did you bring your car?” I asked,
“Danny is driving,” he said,
“Alright, let me ask for a car.” I picked up my phone and called a ride–share. “I'll need your address…” I looked up, and he gave me his address. I set up the ride, and we walked into the building. His friends were close, and as soon as they saw me, they smiled.
“Isla, these are Daniel and Killian…” Ashton said, and I smiled.
“Hi, nice to mee
