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ISABELLA'S POV.
He tensed up; his hands trembled as they got loose off the grip i had on.
His gaze flickered, an unnamed emotion in them, his eyes bulging out, almost falling out of their sockets. He was stunned, and I could see that was an abstract I never imagined he could have.
Just then, I see it too.Of course. Tall, blonde, and oozing confidence. Just his type. And the perfect reason to ignore me.
Yet I brushed it aside, shoving the thoughts down, an irritated feeling coursed through me, my eyes on his, anger eating up my senses; he f****d me out.
He had a thing for blonde hairs? And why was she smiling so brightly?.
But to my surprise, she wrapped her arms over his neck, close enough to him that I had dug my fingers into my palm, trying hard not to yank her by the hair.
