Chapter 63
- Isabella's POV.
- I stirred the oatmeal gently, watching it thicken over the gas cooker and Declan walked in with his damp hair which was scattered by the shower. He wore a navy blue shirt and fitted trousers then I noticed that he paused in his footsteps when he saw me in the kitchen.
- “Good morning Bella” he said with a deep voice which was rough with sleep and I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him.