44

3 2 0
                                    

they stop at his house, if it could even be called that
she waits in the car while he dashes in to change into something suitable
she peers through the windshield at the mansion set before her
it's even grander than the lodge in the forest, a feat she wouldn't have thought possible
she's beginning to wonder how rich his family really is when the front door opens and isaac steps out
looking like a
young
god
his skin seems particularly fair set against
the navy blue blazer, unbuttoned
over a white collared shirt
she waits for a halo to appear above his head, in all of his angelic, godly allure
close-fitting black jeans complete the mouthwatering ensemble
and, as expected
a satisfied smirk is his favored accessory

into the woods (on hold)Where stories live. Discover now