Zander’s POV
I had told myself, while my mind drifted in class this morning, that I wouldn’t push Isabella or even mention s*x to her. I wanted her to be the first to make a move. I just didn’t know it would be so fast. Now I’m freaking out. I want it to be perfect for her. I do not want to screw things up. I know she will have a bit of pain, and I totally feel bad about that. I don’t want her to regret it for a single minute. I want this more than anything in this world. If I had to pick between Isabella and football, Isabella would win every single time.
“You’re very quiet,” Isabella blurted out. “Was it something I said?”
“I was just thinking,” I explained.
“What are you thinking about?” Isabella asked.
“Us,” I stated, smiling. “Being together.”
“Zander, I’m sorry to spring it on
