Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

"Is there more?" Isabella asked as his hand rested on her cheeks and gazed into her eyes.

"Yeah," his thumb moved to her lip and he caressed it softly, her lips were unbelievably soft against his thumb.

Isabella's heart skipped a bit as she assumed he was going to kiss her, Well Maybe she was not wrong. He loved her pinkish lips and wanted to feel them against his.

"Don't you think we should get back to painting?" Isabella asked, As much as she wanted his lips on hers she couldn't risk him not having true feelings for her.

'For what reason will he want to use you?' her subconscious asked.

'I don't know, I still feel insecure I guess,' she shrugged mentally.

"I am sorry, there was some there," he stepped away from her.

"I will get to my drawing," she smiled and walked out of the painting room, she didn't fail to shut the door behind her.

Isabella breathed in relief as she sat on her chair pulling her drawing book to

herself.

"Why did I do that? What if she had not stopped