ISABELLA
I groaned softly as I shifted beneath the sheets, my limbs aching with a soreness that made my cheeks burn not from pain, but from the memory of the night before.
Lorenzo had touched every inch of me like he owned it. Like I was something precious he'd been deprived of for too long. Well, I initiated it. I shouldn't be the one complaining.
I stretched my hands forward and noticed the spot beside me was empty.
I blinked away sleep, lashes sticky with the remnants of dreams, only to find him half-dressed and moving like a storm.
His shirt hung loosely over his shoulder, one arm halfway in a sleeve, brows drawn in sharp, distracted lines as he rummaged for something in the closet.
He looked like chaos in a hurry, my eyes flickered at the mirror behind him… that ship that I had placed there, I had placed it there for a long time but got to check it yesterday.
