ISABELLE'S POINT OF VIEW
I woke up to Nathan's arm draped across my waist, his breath warm against my neck. The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting everything in soft gold. I could feel every inch of where our skin touched, the heat between us still lingering from last night.
His fingers traced lazy circles on my hip. "Are you awake?"
"Maybe."
He pulled me closer, his lips finding that spot behind my ear that made me shiver. "Maybe?"
I turned to face him, our bodies fitting together perfectly. "Definitely awake now."
We kissed, slow and deep. His hands moved up my back, pulling me flush against him. I could feel him already wanting me again, and my body responded instantly.
"Nathan..." I breathed against his mouth.
"Isabelle..." His voice was rough, needy.
Things heated up fast. His mouth on my neck, my hands in his hair. The sheets tangled around our legs as we moved together, searching for that connection we'd found last night and wanted again.
