CHRISTIAN
I woke up early the next morning, feeling surprisingly well-rested. I stretched my sore limbs and opened my eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the morning light seeping into the room. My thoughts immediately turned to the previous night, as memories of the conversation with Isabella flooded my mind. It was hard to believe that we had actually talked like that, and I found myself thinking back over the words we had exchanged. I pushed the thoughts aside, rolling out of bed and making my way towards the bathroom for a shower.
As I walked out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between me and Isabella. There was a subtle difference in the way she was looking at me, a certain softness that hadn't been there before
