Isabella

I swapped my heels for huge Crocs that were so comfortable my feet wanted to sink inside. Paired with them were a small pair of shorts that I found and the baggy T-shirt that I stole from Damon back in Rome. I took a little stroll to Paula's room.

When she answered, her eyes were sleepy, and her neck was decorated with hickeys, just like mine was earlier that morning. Her lips were puffy and pink, and she had this drained, giddy smile on her face.

"I'll come back later," I said and went back to my room. I had somehow taken a wrong turn because I found myself...