“Izzy, you can’t imagine just how much I love you,” Doran said, his slight Irish accent tinged with emotion. “How much I’d love to lay you down and kiss every inch of your body.”
His lips drew close to hers, so close she could taste his breath and feel his stubble on her chin. She wanted to answer with something sensual and sexy, but her limbs froze under the pressure. She longed for his kiss deep in her bones - every inch of her wanted him.
“Are you not awake yet?” he whispered.
“What?” she replied, finding her voice.
“Isadora, you know you should be awake by now.”
“Wha…”
BANG! A book slammed right near her head, making Isadora Rosellini shoot up from her bed. Her father, a tall-for-an-Italian man with stocky shoulders stood above her with a deep frown. She examined the room, wondering where Doran had gone. He was never here at all, you idiot. And you wouldn’t want him here anyway.
“Do you remember that we have to pick your brother up from the airport?” her father asked.
“He’s not my brother, Mario” she answered, rubbing her eyes to wipe away the sleep.