Isabella

Damon sat beside me in the van as we pulled out of the underground parking lot. It was still dark outside, and upon inspection on my phone, I saw that it was barely 4:38 a.m.

 "We have a long drive," he said to me. "At least an hour and a half journey, and I want us to get there quickly." Damon was currently scrolling through his phone and then texting with quick movements of his fingers.

Suddenly, heat rushed to my cheeks as I thought about his fingers working on me the night before. I reached the conclusion last night that he had been holding back on me, but...