*Isabella's POV*
"Exactly. That doesn't mean we can't see each other at home. You avoid seeing me at all costs, and that's just childish," I said, my voice shaking with a frustration I couldn't contain anymore.
"Isabella, what if I told you I can't f*****g control myself around you? Hmm? Did you think of that?" he snapped back, his eyes no longer cold but burning with a raw, undisguised desire that made my breath catch in my throat.
"What... you...." I said, my eyes widening in shock, my brain struggling to process his sudden, f*****g confession.
The words just blurted out of me, so sudden I even surprised myself. "We're used to controlling ourselves. I've done it since I've met you." Yes, I wanted him since I met him. And yes, I've controlled myself around you all the time. And I just
