CHRISTIAN
A smirk appeared on my face when I saw her blush a pretty shade of pink. She gets flustered so easily that I can't help it. I watched as a blush crept across Isabella's cheeks, her skin flushing a soft pink color. It was a beautiful contrast to her usual pale complexion, and I found myself entranced by the sight. I could see the delicate veins in her neck pulsing, and the way her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to keep her composure. The blush made her look even more innocent and vulnerable, and I felt a protective instinct surge within me.
“I just came to call you for breakfast.” my mom said , a smile never leaving her face. “But I never thought that you two would be indecent especially in front of your child, not to forget that too in broad daylight.” She said and I chuck
