It had been two days since she had flagrantly threw herself at Alejandro. The embarrassment was too much for her to take. She walked around the house with an awkward allure. He had even told her to relax and forget about it. But she kept replaying the occurrence in her head, and not only because she was embarrassed, but because she really enjoyed it and she had wanted him to go all the way. Now she was avoiding him and couldn't even look him in the eyes.
Isis was in the kitchen chopping tomatoes, when she heard Alejandro pull up in the driveway.
Did she not cover the chopped vegetables in a haste. Washing her hands, and sprinting up the stairs, into her room. She snatched down the covers of her bed and bounced into it, throwing the diver over her, and letting it cover her all the way up to her head.
She huffed slowly as she quietly tried to catch a breath under the covers, waiting to hear Alex' footsteps.
