You are all I want.

Seth watched Isabella change her clothes. He lay on the bed patiently, his eyes roving her curvy features as she fished out her night robe from her wardrobe and he waited eagerly. He wanted to watch her. Scratch that, he wanted to touch and caress and drive her crazy. The same way she drives him crazy. Recalling the last time they had sex, his boxers tightened uncomfortably and he rubbed a hand over his face, urging himself to calm down. The only reason Isabella had allowed him to remain in her bed was that he had said he wouldn't touch her.

But he wanted to, so bad. And he knew she wanted to as well. She was just stubborn.

Isabella was well aware of Seth's eyes on her and she felt whatever ounce of self-confidence she had slowly drained away. How did he view her? Did he think she looked fat? That she had added on more weight. She eyed the robe in her hands and sighed. It was quite short and exposed so much of her thighs. Her longer robes were dirty and she hadn't washed them. Feelin