Isaac’s POV
I run my fingers through my hair nervously as I stand outside of Raelyn’s room exactly one hour after I left her here, my mother’s gift clutched tightly in my left hand.
I’m not sure exactly what got into me, but as I dropped her off at her room, her honey taste still on my tongue and the mould of her breast forever branded into my palm, I couldn’t bring myself to leave her for the night. The words had fallen from my lips without thought and as she tried to come up with reasons not to come, the possessive side in me had needed to make her comply, to come with me.
Even with her agreement, walking away from her was still one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, my body yearning for her as soon as I turned to leave. It took me a total of fifteen minutes to get ready, rush
