ISABELLE
Saturday Morning
I woke to sunlight streaming through the open doors and the sound of waves crashing below.
For a moment, I was disoriented-where was I?
Then I felt the warmth beside me, the weight of an arm draped across my waist, and everything came rushing back.
The birthday surprise. The villa. Matt.
I smiled, my eyes still closed, savoring the feeling.
“You’re awake,” a low voice murmured beside me.
I turned my head to find Matt watching me, his hair messy from sleep, his eyes soft.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“A while.” His hand traced lazy patterns on my hip. “I like watching you sleep.”
“That’s not creepy at all,” I teased.
He grinned. “You’re beautiful when you sleep. Peaceful.”
I rolled toward him, nestling into his chest. “What time is it?”
“A
