Isaac’s POV
I felt someone slap my cheeks softly, followed by whispering. “Wake up, Romeo. Come on,”
Another slap on my cheek and I pushed the body that was on top of me, hearing a loud thud along with a groan. “Ow, are you trying to kill me?”
“Probably,” I mumbled and stirred to the other side of the bed.
I smiled as I remembered yesterday’s date. I never had that much fun with a woman before, except my sisters, of course.
I couldn’t forget her smile as she stopped outside the vintage store, it faded away and I knew that place was close to her. She shared a few stories with her father, then her gaze focused on the Victorian apparel.
I saw the fun side of hers before at college and just wished to at least be her friend, so I could hang out with her daily.
The memories of yesterday
