Isabella woke up lazily, unwilling to open her eyes and sighed as she heard the steady Ian's steady heartbeat under her ears. CLosing her eyes, she let herself hear it and smiled to herself. A few months ago, she never would have imagined sleeping with Ian Frost let alone sleeping on him as if he were her own personal bed.
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Isabella, still nestled on Ian's chest, marveled at how her life had taken such a turn. They'd been sleeping together for a month, spending each night with each other until they were exhausted and then doing it all over again. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he slept seemed to be like a lullaby for her.
