Morning confusion

Elijah P.O.V.

The night went peacefully. I never tried anything - one; because I know she is not ready and two; because I want everything on the table before we do. She needs to know my reputation in the world, and she needs to know the other side of me. She will see it eventually, though I wish I could hide it forever.

As we went to bed, Isabella asked if I wanted her on the floor or on the couch. I was so shocked. Sure I knew some of what she’s been going through, but to be asking her mate that. I picked her up again and took her to bed. She laughed, but as we laid in bed she got shy instead.

“Are you sure this is okay, Elijah? We haven’t marked each other.” She asked, and I couldn’t help the flutter in my heart.

“Maybe not, but you are my mate Isa, and I will be damned if you are not in our bed when you are in our room. This is yours now, and we will get to the marking - soon hopefully.” I smirk at her and she blushes deep red. I lean over and kiss her che