Isabella’s point of view
It had been weeks already, and I still can’t stop thinking about his warm lips on mine. He wasn’t forceful, it was different because it wasn’t the cold, calculated man that had forcefully wedded me.
When I tugged his hair, a low sound had vibrated from his chest, the type of sound that made my knees weak. The way his hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn’t even air between us.
If someone had told me Bruno would grow soft on me or actually let me care for him, I would have laughed out loud and told them it was impossible. This is like evidence that strong hatred can crack at a point. He has been kind of careful with me, his choice of words has changed, and he literally avoids me when he’s upset.
He doesn’t act bossy again, and now I m
