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Twenty-Two: have you seen his ass?

Isabella's POV

In the morning I woke up, my mind still groggy with sleep and my eyes swollen from crying. I found myself waking up in a cozy bubble, warm and safe. My legs were tangled into a mess of sheets I didn't know how to get out of. My head was snuggled into a hard pillow that smelled like wood mixed with spices. Mmmm that smell, wait I know that smell. As soon as the familiar scent filled my nostrils my eyes shot open wide and my head was instantly fully awake. I wasn't lying on a pillow; my head was resting on Lukas's rock-hard chest and my legs were tangled with his, not with comfortable sheets. Shit.

I know I wanted him to be my friend but somehow last night when I couldn't sleep, I went to seek his comfort. It's impossible to stay away from him and that's why being friends with him was the better alternative than completely staying away. We must have fallen asleep and somehow got tangled. I have to get out of here before Lukas wakes up and especially before Mia gets home. Gently I tried to free my legs and each time our skin grazed I felt a jolt of electricity raging through me and a tingly feeling at the pit of my stomach. Friends, Bella, friends and Jesus how knocked out asleep can someone be...

When I was finally free, I stared at him for a second. He was laying on his back with his head cocked to the side. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, so calm. Even without sight of his grey eyes his face was more than perfect. His full brows impeccable and his lips beyond kissable. You want to kiss them, I get it, but you can't!My mind reminded me of the deal I made with myself... don't jump into something you might not be ready for. Why do I always make it so difficult for myself?

I closed the door behind me, taking one last look at Lukas sleeping, which made me melt like chocolate in the sun. When I walked into the empty street and the wind hit my face memories of Drew came flooding through my head like a tsunami, crashing everything in its path. I couldn't fight back the tears and I was thankful nobody is this crazy to be up at this hour on a Sunday. I could let my tears spill onto the pavement I'm the first one to walk today, I could wipe away the tears on my cheeks clearing the path for others to come. I didn't have to pretend not being able to breathe and I could let go of everything letting the cold wind take away the guilt.

By the time I arrive at my apartment there weren't any tears left. Before entering I sighed out loud, relief coating my voice and my eyes briefly closed. I put my bag down onto the floor and pushed my shoes into a corner of my bedroom. The soft duvet on my bed was calling my name, I was exhausted and emotionally drained. So, the entire Sunday I crawled underneath the comfort of a warm blanket turning off my phone and every other thing that could attach me to the real world, giving my body and my thoughts some peace.

The next day my message box was lit up with countless messages. So, when I got out of the shower and went to blow-dry my hair, I took a look, because blow-drying your hair is such a waste of time anyway, at least I could dry my hair while doing something other than stand in front of the mirror. The last message in the row made my toes crawl and the hair on my neck stand up. Thank god for the heat of the blow-dryer because I would have turned to a solid ice cube otherwise.

Drew:I didn't mean for any of it to happen... I'm sorry, can we talk? Please...

His message immediately made my eyes sting, but I wasn't going to shed another tear over this piece of shit! I put down the blow-dryer, bit my lip and sucked it up, inhaling before I channeled my anger through my fingertips which were typing away on my phone. I'm in control!

Me: GO TO HELL!! I have nothing else to say to you!!

I was proud of myself for not letting him get to me. He didn't deserve to explain himself, it happened, and he did something that you can't apologize for no matter how hard you try. I left his message box behind and scrolled to the next one.