When Tyler walked out of Nami’s room, he brought Isabella into his. He had planned on taking her to her room, but he didn’t have her key and decided it would be best if she was with him. “Do you want some water?” He asked after placing her on his bed.
She nodded, “My throat is a little dry,” she admitted. It was the first time she had ever been alone with a boy that she wasn’t related to, let alone in his bed, and she was nervous.
He smiled, then reached into his mini refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said, as she took the bottle, she then went to work on opening it only.
“You’re welcome,” he said, sitting on the bed next to her. He was just as nervous as she was. Normally, when it came to women, he was cool as a cucumber; however, she
