Isabella’s POV
“Izzy, are you asking me to have s*x with you?” Zander uttered in a low tone.
“Yes, I want you to be my first, tonight,” I breathed.
“We can’t,” Zander replied. “I don’t have a condom.”
My eyes flew open. Darn it. I completely didn’t think about that. I let out a disappointing groan.
Zander chuckled, “It’s ok, Izzy. Soon, I promise. I truly want you to be my first and my last.”
“Oh, Zander,” I said, reaching up and caressing his face. “That’s what I want as well.”
Zander held me tight in his arms. I wanted him never to let go.
“Why does something that I’ve been told all my life is wrong, feel so right?” I said softly.
“It’s not wrong, Izzy,” Zander stated. “My heart and my soul tell me you are the perfect girl for me.”
I smiled at Zander. “That makes me so happy.”
