Isabelle's Point of View:
I yawned as the sunshine hit my face. I turned over and my hand landed on an empty bed. My eyes opened as I looked around.
The memories of last night rushed back to me as I looked at myself wearing Achilles' shirt. Last night was everything I had ever wanted—it was really a dream, but not a dream—it was… amazing.
I slowly got up, but the area between my legs was hurting. I didn't want to get up, but I remembered that I had to work too.
Should I take a rest for the day?
I was just about to shrug it off and go anyway when Ace entered my room. He didn't have a shirt on and he looked at me with a smirk.
"What, you only have one shirt?" I said, as I decided to lie back.
"I didn't know you were a virgin."
I sighed. "It should've been obvious."
"No, why—why would it be obvious? You're nineteen!"
I exhaled. "Just nineteen."
