Ryan's POV.
I was seated in the living room and the entrance door swung open as I watched Isabella step inside the house. She didn't notice me at first or maybe she just pretended not to notice me, she can always be guilty of that. I crossed my arms as she shut the door behind her.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked as my voice interrupted the silence that erred in the air. She stopped in her tracks, then she turned to look at me.
For a moment, she just stared at me with her unreadable eyes and then before I could blink. I noticed her moving towards me and she stood in front of me. She was too close to me and he began to have an effect on me.
I inhaled the sweetness of her usual familiar vanilla perfume. She rose on her toes and her face was barely an inch away from mine, just as
