**Mateo's POV**

Things felt... perfect.

For the first time in longer than I cared to admit, I woke up without that tight knot in my chest. Isabella was still asleep beside me, curled on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, emerald necklace glinting against her collarbone in the after light. She loved it so much that she doesn't take it off.

She looked peaceful. I had to spend the rest of the day at her house. While she slept, I thought of ways to make her mine permanently. Not a force. I know she love me enough to be with me.

I watched her for a while, too...