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Isabella

My phone beeped on the dressing table and a message came in. It was him. I was to meet him in two hours, chills went up my spine as I thought of him. His beautiful eyes, the construction of his face, and the way his hands touched me last night.

Snap out of it Isabella! I cautioned myself mentally.

He was no more than a stranger. I shouldn't let what happened repeat itself. I grabbed my phone from the dressing table before I went to search for a decent and ...