Chapter 93
POV ISABELA
Coming up with an excuse to leave wasn’t easy.
Not easy at all.
I was nervous.
Anxious.
And at the same time…
My heart was racing in a way I hadn’t felt in days.
Maybe weeks.
It was strange.
Because, in the middle of so much pain…
That was still there.
That need.
That desire.
To see him.
To be close.
To feel again.
Daniel was in the living room when I grabbed my bag.
Sitting on the couch, watching TV, as if nothing in the world mattered beyond that.
“Going out, " he asked, without taking his eyes off the screen.
“I am…” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to sort out some things about Saturday’s game coverage.”
He turned his head.
This time, looking directly at me.
And that look…
I knew it.
It was the kind of look that analyzed.
That's doubtful.
They tried to find a flaw.
A lie.
“At this hour?”
My heart skipped.
I swallowed hard.
“Yes… They asked me to get a few things done today.”
He kept looking at me.
In silence.
And that silence…
Was worse than any question.
My heart beat faster with every passing second.
I could feel it.
He didn’t believe me.
Not completely.
But, to my surprise…
He just nodded.
“I see.”
That was it.
No pressure.
No interrogation.
Nothing.
And that…
That made me even more uncomfortable.
Because Daniel wasn’t like that.
He had never been.
He always pushed.
Always wanted to know everything.
Every detail.
Every step.
Every schedule.
But now…
Nothing.
It was as if he was holding it in.
Watching.
Waiting.
And that sent a chill down my spine.
But, in that moment…
I couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t back out.
I needed to go.
I left the house.
Closed the door behind me.
And only then did I truly breathe.
I got into the car.
And as soon as I started the engine…
My heart started racing.
The drive to the hotel felt longer than usual.
Every traffic light.
Every corner.
Every second…
It felt like a countdown.
My hands were slightly trembling on the wheel.
My mind was full.
But at the same time…
Focused.
On him.
Only him.
I parked at the hotel.
Sat there for a few seconds.
Breathing deeply.
Trying to calm down.
But it was impossible.
I picked up my phone and looked at the message he had sent twenty minutes earlier.
The room number.
My heart sped up even more.
I got out of the car.
Walked into the hotel.
The place felt too quiet.
As if everything around me had been muted.
I went to the elevator.
Pressed the button.
Waited.
Went up.
Each floor felt like it took forever.
And when the doors opened…
My heart was pounding.
I walked down the hallway.
Slow steps.
Uncertain.
Until I stopped in front of the door.
Took a deep breath.
Once.
Twice.
And knocked.
Silence.
For a second…
I thought maybe I was early.
Or that he hadn’t arrived yet.
But then…
The door opened.
And I stepped in.
And lost my breath.
The room was softly lit.
Dim.
Warm.
Inviting.
Candles were lit around the space.
Rose petals on the floor.
On the bed.
On the furniture.
It was beautiful.
Intimate.
Romantic.
Perfect.
My heart raced.
“Noah…” I murmured, walking slowly. “What is this?”
That’s when I saw him.
Leaning further inside the room.
Watching.
In silence.
His eyes were fixed on me.
Intense.
Deep.
Filled with everything.
Longing.
Desire.
Feeling.
And that…
That hit me hard.
He pushed himself off the wall.
And started walking toward me.
Slowly.
Unhurried.
As if he wanted to savor every second.
“I thought we deserved this…” he said, his voice low. “After everything…”
He took a breath.
“Something always happens… there’s always something in the way…”
A small smile appeared.
Tired.
But sincere.
“So I wanted to do something… just for us.”
My chest tightened.
But not with pain.
This time…
With something good.
Warm.
Alive.
I smiled.
Walked toward him.
Without thinking.
Without hesitating.
I wrapped my arms around his neck.
And in that same instant…
His hands found my waist.
Firm.
Warm.
Familiar.
My body reacted immediately.
As if it recognized him.
As if it had missed him.
Our faces were close.
His breath mixed with mine.
And then…
He kissed me.
Slow.
But intense.
Deep.
Filled with longing.
With everything that had been held back.
Everything was left unsaid.
My hands moved up into his hair.
Fingers tangling.
Gently pulling.
His hands tightened on my waist.
As if he were afraid of losing me again.
The kiss deepened.
More urgent.
More intense.
More necessary.
My heart pounded unevenly.
My breathing faltered.
My skin tingled.
His hands slid over my back.
Slowly.
Exploring.
Memorizing.
As if he wanted to etch every detail.
Every curve.
Every reaction.
My body moved even closer to his.
Without resistance.
Without a doubt.
Just… surrender.
He broke the kiss for a second.
Rested his forehead against mine.
Breathing heavily.
“I missed you…” He murmured.
My chest tightened.
“Me too…”
My voice came out low.
Almost a whisper.
And then he kissed me again.
This time…
Without restraint.
More intense.
More urgent.
His lips moved down my face.
Along my jaw.
To my neck.
Slow.
Warm kisses.
That made my entire body respond.
I closed my eyes.
Feeling.
Every touch.
Every breath.
Every second.
My hands slid down his shoulders.
Feeling the tension.
The strength.
The warmth.
He gently pulled me.
Guiding my body.
Unhurried.
Without breaking contact.
Without pulling away.
Until the bed.
We fell onto the petals.
The soft scent of roses in the air.
The candlelight flickers around us.
The silence was filled only by our breathing.
He looked at me.
Differently.
As if he was truly seeing me.
As if he were trying to memorize every detail.
Every expression.
Every piece of me.
My heart raced.
And in that moment…
After everything…
After the pain.
The doubt.
The fear.
I felt it.
With an almost overwhelming clarity.
That, despite everything…
Despite the chaos…
Despite the wounds still open…
I still wanted him.
And maybe…
That was dangerous.
But also…
Inevitable.
And in that instant…
Lying there.
In his arms.
I knew.
We weren’t over.
Our story…
Was far from it.
And maybe…
That was just the beginning of something even bigger.
Or far more complicated.