Isabella's pov

Why did he just… leave?

I sat there staring at the door after Julian walked out this morning, his scent still clinging to the air like it refused to leave me. One minute, he was kissing me like I was the only woman in the world and the next, he was gone.

I sighed and fell back on the bed, my face buried into his pillow. Gosh, why does it still smell like him? That woody, clean scent that made my heart do weird flips.

Images from last night kept replaying in my mind his ...