*Isabella's POV*
"I work out," he said, by way of explanation, making me roll my eyes. Of course he does.
"From 5:30 am in the morning, I know," I retorted, my voice laced with a familiar sarcasm. "I was thinking..." I was saying, wanting to talk about last night, about the "making love" and the softness, when he cut the thought short.
"We have some hiking to do and then fly back home," he said, rolling out of bed. The shift was immediate. The CEO was back, schedules and plans.
"Yeah, we do," I sighed. We most definitely do. Those same eyes that had watched me with something close to adoration last night were now so cold, so f*****g business-like.
"I'm gonna take a shower," he said, standing up, completely unbothered, stark naked near the bed before walking into the bathroom, closing
