IZABELLA
I told Nicole everything the next time I went over to her house.
She was draped over her bed and I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard as I narrated my new status quo with Ignazio.
When I was done, she met my gaze, lips twisted slightly to the side. “I’d never expect someone as calm and put together as Ignazio to be interested in such… activities.”
My lips pressed together tightly. “Do you remember that conversation we had? The one about fate and mates and whatnot?”
Nicole’s expression became serious, and she nodded.
“Well, there’s something that’s been bothering me lately.”
I let my fingers slide over my skin as I continued. “Whenever I make physical contact with Ignazio... it feels intense. Like intense, intense.” I frowned, “At first, I thought it was just
