ISLA’S POV
I wake up snuggled between more than one body and I jolt awake startling the person next to me. Arlo quickly opens sleepy eyes, “Sorry, Luna said this would be okay,” he whispers sheepishly.
I involuntarily smile, “It is, I just didn’t expect it. Want to help me make breakfast?” He nods and we slowly and quietly get out of bed and head to the kitchen. I assumed the full kitchen would be well stocked in a room as expensive as this and it is. I pull out everything I need as Arlo watches quietly.
“So, we’ve talked quite a bit about Isla now, but what about Isla growing up? Tell me about yourself,” he questions taking the eggs from my hands.
“Honestly? I have had the best life. I have a big chosen family that I was raised with outside of Las Vegas, my family was super un
