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Eighteen

Kade P.O.V.

Ollie, the guys and I had a blast last night at his buck's. We prayed for Oliver dramatically as he laid his bachelor status to rest officially for one last time, before partying away the rest of the night. For the first stop, we hit up a bar in town for a little while to have a few beers, relax and have fun, before swinging by a casino. Ollie didn't have any interests going to a strip club. We played a couple of fun games of blackjack, won, then lost, then won some before heading back to my parents house to stay the night. It was a lot of harmless fun, which is just what we all needed to loosen up any nerves and stress.

The next day, since Sophie was having a bridal shower with all the girls, Ollie would also have a day out with the boys. We all settled for doing lunch at the country club and then going for a couple of rounds on the golf course. Oliver and I headed back to his place so we could grab some appropriate clothes, before meeting up with the rest of the guys again. I had some stuff back in my old room, but they were a little on the tight side. But, I remembered packing a comfortable polo somewhere in my suitcase, just in case we did fancy shit like this.

Pleasantly surprised was a word I could have used for the sight that greeted me as I opened my bedroom door. Isobel was curled up on her side, with the covers draped over her body. I waltzed over to the window and cracked it open to let some light into the dimly lit room.

Her dark hair was highlighted with soft honey hues as the sunlight fell over her serene sleeping face, a stark contrast to the strong persona she normally carried herself with. She began to stir as she cuddled further into the pillows, whilst I watched her. I thought I'd better stop being hella creepy and announce my presence. Slowly, but surely, she woke up and rose into a vertical position, adding a further surprise to this morning; she had no clothes on.

It just kept getting better.

Her state apparently shocked her too, as if she'd forgotten she had stripped off her dress last night and went straight to sleep. It was kind of endearing watching her become flustered and demand some clothing.

The sight of her in my shirt stirred something up inside me that was totally satisfying. It multiplied these feelings deep down that I couldn't fight back anymore.

I liked it.

I liked her.

I don't know what it was, but there was just something about her that drew me in. Over these past few days I found myself wanting more of her, and not wanting anyone else to be near her. I wanted more of this feeling that I got whenever we interacted or spent time together.

Then she kissed me.

Albeit, I coaxed her into it, but... she still did it. She made the first real move. And it was fucking awesome. The kiss was sizzling hot, like a raging, burning fire spreading wide and fast all throughout my senses- any further and we'd be mere seconds away from ripping each other's clothes off. The Pandora's box of everything Isobel Marie Hernandez came flying open- unhinged, free and wild from the place it had been locked into for so long.

It was another surprising twist to the morning.

I could barely process it.

It was electrifying.

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I stood outside her bedroom door later that night wondering whether I should knock. We haven't had a chance to talk about whatever happened earlier. It seriously wasn't like me to hesitate, but it was unlike her to submit to her inner desires either. I pressed my ear against the door to get a gist of what she may be up to. I could hear the muffled sound of her voice as if she was speaking to someone on the phone.