Isabella

Someone had turned on the sun at the wrong time. My eyes twitched as I turned my face in the opposite direction to meet a hard yet warm surface. I lightly slapped it, earning a low groan that vibrated the surface, and then I rested my head on it. The sun was away from me for now, but the heat underneath me was almost unbearable. Still, I was grateful for it.

I didn't know how long I lay there, but I started to feel hands tracing my backside and then my waist.

"I think it's time to get up," Damon said, his chest rumbling underneath my ear.

"Five more...