Isabella’s POV:
“I met Stacey last night.”
That was the first line I heard when I woke up. I’m still in bed, with the sheets resting on my chest - hair in a thick tangle with my eyes half shut.
“Damien...Have you been sitting here this whole time?” I asked.
He swirls the chair slightly, “Yes,” his answer was firm, elbows rested on his knees as his knuckles lay beneath his sharp chin.
I’m quite sure that’s not normal.
“Umm, thank you for telling me,” I reply, bowing slightly towards him. I’m not quite sure why I’m bowing at Damien, but I already did it.
I don’t know how I feel about that newly discovered information.
“Feel jealous,” he said, but somehow it feels like a demand.
Why did he even tell me that? I would’ve thought he would keep it a secret due to my behavior last
