Chapter 5

Isabella's POV

A groan escaped my lips as I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. It feels like I just closed my eyes a couple of minutes ago.

"I swear night is getting shorter." I sleepily grumbled, slapping my face with a pillow.

But it is what it is right? So I stretched my muscles before getting out of my warm, comfy bed and heading to the bathroom across my room, which I consider my own.

My parents and sister have their own joint bathrooms so it's only fair that this one is mine.

On Saturday, Devon, Sophie, and I went to the movies as planned, however, our movie started at five, so Devon took Sophie and I shopping even as I protested. I swear that man can't take no for an answer. To be honest there's a tiny bit of me that likes that about him almost as much as I like his smile and his killer lips...wait a minute. What in the world am I saying? Bad Isabella, very bad.

Ever since I met this guy all my thoughts seem to always include him.

I think I need to seek prof