ISABELLA
I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a comfortable pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, they were given to me by Christian. The clothes were a bit large on me, but they were cozy and comfortable, providing a sense of security and protection. My hair was still damp from the bath, leaving wet streaks on the shoulders of the shirt.
“Dry your hair before you sleep.” I heard a voice say and I looked around just to see Christian sleeping on the couch. He was wearing black sweatshirt and sweatpants. His hair were wet too which means that he probably had a shower in some other room. I nodded at him and he closed his eyes again.
I stood in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around my shoulders to catch any dripping water from my damp hair. I held the hair dryer in one h
