Let me do the thinking.’
Part of Isabelle felt something was terribly terribly wrong, but it was paralysed in a brain full of thick, fuzzy, yummy feelings. Xxx It was fun and all, entertaining boys, but she had studies to focus on. ‘Anyone within half a mile could have heard it, Isabelle.’ She felt so, mmm, so good hearing him say her name. She stood still in the middle of the hall. Now, I’m not sure-’
‘Isabelle, are you alright?’ Darius asked, resting against the doorframe. Her mother, father, and sister were in the kitchen, her sister Daisy stooped over her breakfast bowl. She looked down at herself with horror. How are you?’ His voice melted her. Her father Michael was dressed in a suit and was reading the paper, occasionally taking a sip from his mug or biting into some toast.
