“Isabella, I think you should leave.” My father’s voice is glacial.
Izzy’s cheeks are as red as the blanket around her.
“Yes. Of course. I’m…um…sorry.” She awkwardly reaches for her shirt and bra, my father’s gaze tracking her movements with a laser-like focus.
“Dad,” I snap. “A little privacy?”
That only seems to piss him off further, his face turning purple, but he huffs and wiggles back out of the door.
Izzy quickly dresses, the color in her cheeks refusing to recede.
“I’m sorry about this,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice low so my dad won’t overhear—though he probably will with his shifter hearing. “I had no idea he would act like this. I’ve never had a girl over before, but I should’ve assumed?—”
“It’s okay.” She places her hand over mine. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“I did too.”
Her lips are so plump, so kissable, so?—
She leans towards me, our lips only inches apart.
“Emery!” Dad barks.
Fuck.
“Sorry,” I mouth, cringing.
Why does my father have to be so damn embarrassing?
“I’m sorry I got you in trouble.” She winces.
“Worth it.” Heat pervades me instantly at just the memory of what we got up to.
Her touch, her kiss, her mouth… Ugh. That goddamn mouth of hers. It’ll feature prominently in my dreams for the foreseeable future.
“You have five seconds to get your ass out here!” Dad snarls.
Fuck.
Izzy chuckles. “So much for making a good impression on your parents.”
“Don’t worry about them. They don’t have to love you.”
Because I already do.
I don’t say those words out loud, of course. Saying them will make them real, and that’s terrifying. Absolutely, one hundred percent terrifying. I’m not ready to confess that truth just yet.
I allow Izzy to crawl out of the tree house in front of me, and I find my gaze drawn to the rounded globes of her ass.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
And she’s mine.
Soon, she’ll be mine in every way imaginable. There’s no takesies-backsies. She already agreed to it, and I’ll hold her to her word.
After all, there’s no going back for me. She owns me—heart, body, and soul.
