Chapter 13: Chapter 13

My eyes flutter open to the morning rays shooting through the windows. I take in my surroundings as I remember sleeping in the living room with Isaac.

Isaac.

I feel his arm still wrapped around my waist. This is oddly comfortable. I want to be in his arms for as long as I can be but the little voice in my head reminds me that he hurt me and might do it later on. The confession about his parents did make me feel bad for him but I cannot just put what he did to me aside. I am still not yet sure about my decision but I know that if he gave me a reason to forgive me, a little bit more, my walls will crumble and I will let him in. I cannot afford to have to put my heart on a silver platter for him to break again. I have to remain guarded whether the feeling of his arms around me.

I shift my body, trying to get free of his hold but it only makes it worse as I end up facing him directly. This view is not helping his perfectly chiseled features are intimidating but you can easily fall into them. Jesus, he looks beautiful when he's asleep. So perfect and beautiful. So innocent. But his actions are far from innocent.

His eyes slowly open as he lets out a yawn and looks at me, did I mention this position is not helping. He is technically inches away from me. The proximity of our distance is well, too close. His breath hitting on the bare skin below my neck.

"Were you stalking me?" He asks in a mocking tone. Fxcking freckle that husky, deep morning voice with a hint of sleep. I love it.

"No. I wasn't." I defend obviously being caught because of my inability to pretend and lie and let’s not forget the fact that he can read my freaking thoughts.

"Yeah right." He replies, rolling his eyes.

"I'm hungry," I say while standing up.

"Mm, your brother was right." He says, standing up. “I might have to buy a new fridge too after this week.” He shakes his head in amusement and I throw him a glare

"Hey. It's perfectly normal to wake up hungry." I snicker.

I make my way into the kitchen before Isaac can comment about my appetite and eating habits. What is a girl supposed to do when the world is filled with delectables? Whether I eat healthily, exercise, drink a lot of water, and all that healthy stuff, guess what, I am still going to visit the grave. Harsh but true.

I grab a juice box and sip on it and by sip, I mean a gulp. As I look up I notice Isaac looking at me with amusement in his eyes.

"What?" I say, challenging his stare.

"Nothing. Just amused." He shrugs with a smile.

I take a gulp of the juice again and check the cabinets for cereal. After finding the cereal I turn to check for milk in the refrigerator.

"Do you want some?" I ask Isaac, raising the box of cereal.

"No. I think I'll just have a fruit."

"Ugh." I groan.

"What?" Asks Isaac.

"There you go with that attitude people have of only eating fruit and veggies," I say and roll my eyes.

"That attitude is healthy and in my defense, I'm not really hungry." He replies.

"Okay. Have it your way." I say, munching on my cereal.

"I've gone to take a shower." He says and exits the kitchen.

"Okay," I yell.

After I am done I make my way to Isaac's room but he is not there so I decided to take a shower. I enter the room and find my duffel bag of clothes lying in the corner of the room. Well, at least he brought my bag. I quickly grab a pair of black sweat pants and Allan's white shirt from the bag. I take a quick shower and change into the clothes after I am done, I only apply some lip gloss on my lips and avoid doing the whole heavy makeup. It is not like I am going anywhere anyway.

I make my way downstairs and find Isaac in all his glory seated on one of the seats.

"You said you were going to put me out of my misery but you're not doing a good job," I say catching his attention.

He looks at me, a look that has a mixture of disgust, hurt, and disappointment. I stay rooted at the foot of the stairs and stare back at his eyes that have slightly darkened. He stands up from his seat and walks up to me slowly, like a predator hunting down his prey. His intimidating eyes not leaving my body and his height do not help when he stands in front of me.

"What are you wearing?" He asks calmly but I can sense the anger in his voice.

"Um.... clothes," I answer a bit nervous.

"God damnit, I mean this shirt." He says pointing to Allan's shirt. I swallow down a huge lump that is forming in my throat.

"Umm...it's...A...Allan’s." I stutter and mentally scold myself for stuttering but the amount of anger covering his features.

"I don't like it on you." He says. "His scent is all over you." "Take it off." He barks.

"Okay. Okay." I say. I do not usually agree with people’s demands and commands but everything in me warns me to follow his instructions.

"Right now." He growls.

I quickly remove the shirt, leaving me in only my black bra and my sweat pants. My upper body is on display right now. He grabs the shirt from my hands and throws up it on the floor.

"Much better." He says. "Don't wear his clothes again or I'm going to rip them apart next time." He says calmly and I nod in acceptance.

His eyes avert to my exposed upper body, god there's lust in those eyes.

He slowly takes off his shirt and hands it to me. Holy fxcker, Molly, that's some hot body. Jesus those abs, I feel like I can just run my fingers on them carefully tracing them. My eyes avert to his well-toned body and broad shoulders.

"Take it and put it on." He orders.

I quickly oblige and put it on. His scent is strong on the shirt. Jesus, someone holds me before I do the unthinkable. I notice Isaac's features turn into a smirk. He just read my thoughts. I have not really been very discreet about my thoughts and it seems like they have been more explicit ever since this trip started.

"You should stop doing that. It's creepy." I say.

"If I stop how am I gonna keep track of how you find my body hot and godlike." He says playfully.

"Well. Your abilities are invading my privacy."

"So do you prefer me like this?" He says pointing to his bare upper body. "Or should I put on a shirt?"

"Go put on a shirt, you pervert," I say while laughing.

He starts heading upstairs until he stops in his tracks.

"By the way, I think you'd like to wear something a bit summer-like because we are going to a beach." He says and continues going upstairs.

Beach?

I quickly make my way upstairs checking my bag but I didn't pack anything summer-like except for my black bikinis and a transparent dress with some slippers. So I wear that. I fold Isaac’s shirt neatly and place it on the bed. It will make a great pajama.

Black bikini and a white transparent dress what a choice Aleisa.

I make my way downstairs and find Isaac with a small bag in his hands. He looks attractive in gray sweat pants and a black shirt.

He looks at me hungrily.

"Where's my shirt? Why'd you take it off?"

"You told me to wear something summer-like."

"Yes. But I didn't say you should take it off. You could have grabbed a pair of my boxer shorts and wear them on the shirt." He says.

"Can we just go?" I snap.

He looks at me for a while deciding whether we should go or not.

"Okay. Let's go." He says, opening the door.

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I splash the water around as Isaac stands near me and watches my every move, he looks like a bodyguard right now if he does not notice. I move slowly into the water as the sand tickles my feet. I sit down on edge as the water wets my dressmaking it clings to my body. Isaac is now in shorts and has gotten rid of his shirt, leaving his jaw-dropping body on display.

Did I mention this beach is just a few miles away from the house? It is like private property. I wonder how he managed to secure such a place as private property.

"So how did you end up with this beautiful place?" I ask as I wiggle my toes.

"My dad bought it when my mom had me. We used to come here when my dad wasn't doing pack duties,” he answers and walks over to me.

"This place is like heaven." I sigh and draw a little circle on the sand as the water massages my fingers.

"Yeah." Replies Isaac. I sense the hurt in his voice.

I stand up and make my way to him. I place my hand on his shoulders and he looks at me, surprised.

I quickly engulf him into a hug and he hugs me back. Being in his arms since yesterday has made me feel like I want to put everything behind us and accept but I will not do that. I just cannot. I pull out of the hug. Isaac looks at me with uncertainty as if he just read my thoughts. Of course, he did, you twat.

I take a last glance at him and quickly make my way to where Isaac placed the bag with snacks and drinks. I did not really see the reason as to why he came with a bag of snacks, the house was very nearby but I do not really mind having food nearby, this is just a good way to avoid me from stressing my lazy ass and walk back to the house.

I open the zipper and grab a bottle of water, without hesitation I purse my lips on the bottle suddenly dying of thirst. I feel as though I have lost all liquid in my body. A hot feeling jolted through my body and at that moment everything felt hot. My hand shoots up to my head and I let out a silent cry as an excruciating pain surges up through my body. My stomach churns in pain and curls up in the sand drying to cool my body in the wet sand but my body only grows hotter.

My body is ablaze. An excruciating pain shoots through my body before someone's arms wrap around my body.

Isaac.

The warm but cool sensation of his arms around my body makes the pain and heat disappear everywhere where his skin touches mine. I close my eyes and dig my nails into his chest, begging him to rid me of the thin material covering my body. I open my eyes and stare up at his hungry eyes with my own hunger clouding mine. I want him and I want him now.

The look in his eyes tells me the same thing but I know it is just because of my scent that has been altered because of the heat and the scent of arousal filling the naked air. I clutch at my chest and then claw at my white and wet dress. Isaac lets out a loud sigh before hoisting my body up.

I rest my head on his chest right above his heart that is beating rapidly and crazy.