Isabella POV
Drake and I got back to my old room. It was almost 3:00 am and we both could barely keep our eyes open. It had been a really long and stressful day.
I got undressed, leaving on my shirt and panties and Drake stripped into his boxers. We climbed into bed and Drake pulled me tight against his chest, so that he was spooning me. We practically fell asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow.
I woke up the next morning feeling claustrophobic. I swear, Drake had a vice grip on me, his arms were wrapped around my waist tightly and his legs were over mine, pinning me down. He must have been sparing with me in his dreams or something. I chuckled to myself as I tried to break free.
I was struggling to get out of his hold when I felt him stirring awake.
“Where do you think you’re
