ISABELLE
I pulled up in front of my mom’s house and put the car in park. I sat there for a moment, staring at the familiar front door. My phone rang, bringing me out of my small thoughts.
I reached for it in the cupholder, and when I saw his name on the screen, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Or the blush that heated my cheeks.
Memories from last night flooded my mind—his hands, his mouth, the way he’d bent me over the kitchen counter, the shower, the bed again—
I pressed my thighs together and answered.“Hey.”
“Hey.” His voice was low, warm. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.”
“Not too sore?” There was amusement in his tone. “I went pretty hard on you last night.”
My face flamed. “What do you mean? I’m strong.”
Matt laughed—a genuine sound that made my stomac
