Chapter 8 Scent
- ISABELLA POV
- It was the quiet that woke me up. The kind of quiet that made me realize how very beautiful quiet mornings were. Usually, it was either Edward asking me to open my legs, or the sound of his brat daughter running down the halls.
- The point is, it was usually so noisy. I yawned as I stretched, touching the other side of the bed. My eyes opened in a flash.