Isabella
Damon sat beside me in the van as we pulled out of the underground parking lot. It was still dark outside, and upon inspection on my phone, I saw that it was barely 4:38 a.m.
"We have a long drive," he said to me. "At least an hour and a half journey, and I want us to get there quickly." Damon was currently scrolling through his phone and then texting with quick movements of his fingers.
Suddenly, heat rushed to my cheeks as I thought about his fingers working on me the night before. I reached the conclusion last night that he had been holding back on me, but for a good reason.
"If I do everything I want to do to you, you're going to run away. I don't want you running away from me, princess," he taunted last night.
Paula and Michael were in the van behind us, with Miguel also
