POV: Isadora
I tried to go back to sleep after he left, but the rest of my night was gone. My mind was racing. I’d actually slept with him. And now he wanted to have lunch. My God, what was this turning into? What even were we now?
Memories of last night flashed through my mind, and I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. It had been incredible, I didn't even know it was possible to feel that much pleasure, to lose control like that.
I didn’t want to stop. Dammit! But what was I going to do? If he was going to be coming by Anne’s apartment all the time, I’d have to move in here. And more importantly, I had to figure out a solution for my hair. I got lucky yesterday, but I couldn't count on that every time.
I got out of bed and started pacing the room, lost in thought. A wig would
