My heart skipped a beat when I saw Ben. He opened the rear door, shirtless and full of presence. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, it seemed.
They smiled at each other, Isabella blushed, and he put his arm around her waist, ushering her inside. Suddenly, she was out of my sight.
I scrambled for a view into his kitchen, but the blinds were closed. The light from inside was barely bleeding through the edges of the window.
My heart suddenly began to beat faster, but I forced myself to take a seat on the couch, and wait. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. All the television in the world couldn't make my mind shift gears. In a moment of fear, I ran upstairs to get a terrified look into his bedroom, darkness, curtains open. I guess they were actually in the kitchen.
Anothe
