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Alexander:Good night, Mrs. Russo.
I giggle, and text back.
Isabella:Good night, Butterscotch.
I should google butterscotch? Maybe that is the problem.
Chapter 25 ~ Alexander
Alexander:Good morning, Mrs. Russo.
Three little bubbles appear as I lay here in my bed. She was the first thing I thought of as soon as my eyes opened. Rubbing my hand over my chest I watch the three dots dance as she types.
Isabella:Good morning, Mr. Russo, I’m in the kitchen, meet you in the library.
A wave of dizziness hits me as I kick the covers off from jumping up too fast from the bed racing to the bathroom. I have the fastest shower of my life. Why is she here so early, and she didn't call me butterscotch? Is she upset about the kiss last night? She shouldn't be, it was great. We have passion and attraction. Now I just have to establish her trust in me somehow and get her to move back in.
Climbing out, I wrap a towel around my waist and go to my closet and rip a black t-shirt off the shelf and grab a pair of track pants; I toss them on the bed, chuck a pair of boxers out of the drawer and quickly towel dry my hair. I get dressed and hurry down the hall, taking the stairs two at a time.
I round the banister to the second landing and Carlos is coming in through the front door.
“Morning. Where are you off to in a hurry?”
“Library, Isabella waiting.” I jump the last step as Carlos approaches me, he holds his hand up and I stop, he reaches out and grabs my arm and hooks a finger in the neck of my t-shirtpulling it down.
His eyebrow goes up and he looks me in the eyes, with half a smile on his face. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I give a little shake.
“Plants, brother. I told you.” I back out of his embrace, walking backward, “Got to go, she is waiting.”
Carlos smiles. “Well, make sure you eat. God knows we don't need you two chewing each other's neck. We have food here.”
Giving him the finger, I smile as I open the door. My heart beats a little faster. Isabella is by the front window misting her plants and mumbling to them. Her HP sweatshirt is a bit big, hiding her tummy somewhat, she has on her HP slippers and her ponytail is on top of her head, little wisps curl around her face and in the sunlight she looks like a disheveled angel.
I smile and close the door.
“Morning Mrs. Russo. How is swiss cheese today?”
Isabella jumps, and straightens up, the apple of her cheeks turning pink and she runs a hand over her hair, pushing the wisps out of her face.
“Oh, they are great. Everyone looks happy.” Waving a hand at the shelf.
I move a little closer, and she looks up at me, her eyes are wide and her lips pursed to the side of her face. She's shy and thinking about last night ,I know it. Moving up to her, I cup her warm cheeks in my hands and gently kiss one.
“Well, I’m happy. Are you happy?” I breathe in her ear.
She holds my wrist, and her hand is cool. She just nods and her eyes dart across my face. I run the pad of my thumb over her cheek. I kiss her nose and she smiles.
“Good morning, Mrs. Russo.”
“Good morning, butterscotch.” She giggles quietly.
I laugh now and bring her tight to my chest for a hug. Christ, she feels good there, like she belongs in my arms. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her nose in my shirt, breathing deep. She’s got a thing for smelling me and I guess I do too, cause her lily scent drives me crazy.
Isabella shakes in my arms and backs up, putting her hand on my chest, pushing away, turning her back to me, facing the plant shelf once again. She's talking fast and fidgeting with the pots as she randomly rearranges them.
"I ordered us breakfast. It should be here pretty soon. Sorry, I'm craving pancakes and bacon again, but I asked Rose to make you some ham and eggs as well."
She's babbling and nervous and so damn cute. Isabella places the mister on the plant shelf and walks over to the table where we ate breakfast the day before. She appears to be more at ease the further she is from me, but I'm not going to let that happen.
