Isaac's POV
Ciara woke up the next day with the brightest smile on her face… Why am I narrating this part? One may ask… Well, it's quite simple. The fun is always where I am and she tortured me when I was waking up. "Oh come on… You don't have to use ice to wake me up, you know," I groaned, as I bobbed against the ceiling, shivering within my blanket.
I saw the smirk on her face and smiled inwardly, 'I'm glad you slept well, Ciara,' I thought, remembering the events of the previous night. I'd been awake just in time to see Kendall and Ciara walk into the cottage. They were both having trouble sleeping and I wanted to help them. The chivalrous Kendall hadn't known I'd been watching him and put him to sleep while he was sacrificing his own for the girl, "What's the occasion anyway?"
