Chapter 78 - Their Choice
Maybell was expecting Isiah’s first response to be one of outrage or frustration… but even as Isiah marched over to her she felt nothing emanating out of his stance and gaze except relief and concern. The moment he was close enough to touch her he reached out to her left forearm and took hold of it gently.
Isiah was shirtless and shoeless, only sporting a pair of sweatpants, and his hair was noticeably bed tossed. His silvery gaze was still tinged with sleep, but alert.
“Maybell what…no that doesn’t matter…” Isiah seemed to ask, then he paused shook his head and he pulled her closer to him so she could touch her cheek. He touched her left check, caressed her skin delicately as he rounded his knuckles under her chin. “Are you okay baby girl?”
Maybells eyes flu
