Chapter 62 Taking Pictures Of Me?

• The morning after...
• Isabel stirred slowly on the bed and her fingers curled into the silk sheets that smelled faintly of sandalwood, just like Alexander. She blinked her eyes open and gently brushed her bare legs on the sheet as she sat up.
• She was wearing one of Alexander's t-shirts that hung loosely on her shoulders, stopping somewhere on her thighs. Her hair was messy, the curls tumbling freely but she didn't care. She smiled shyly as she remembered last night, the way he had whispered "Let me love you forever."