When Isabella and Tyler entered her room, Tyler wasted no time kissing her. At first, she was going to push him off, but she couldn’t deny that she missed his kisses. It was crazy how they had only been separated for a few hours and she still missed him. Before he could pull her shirt off she pushed back, “Bell come on.” Tyler said, practically begging.
“Ty my parents are downstairs and I need to talk to you,” Isabella said, breathless. Her eyes locked on his lips as if they were a magnet.
“We can be really quiet and talk later,” Tyler said, pulling her down to the bed while his mouth traveled down her neck and his hands traveled to her belt buckle. Just as she was about to throw caution to the wind they heard a gunshot in the backyard. Tyler pulled away from Isabella, quickly released
