A Summer To Remember: Novella (Lost Love Book 1) by C.L. Richards Page A

fascination with, Caleb. I can sense trouble brewing from a mile away. Nikki as a face of thunder, all I want to do is fucking eat, not get caught up in some cat fight. Caleb seems oblivious to the pending argument. I clear my throat to reflect the server's attention to me. Isabelle goes rigid beside me, I squeeze her leg in an attempt of reassurance. Envy flashes through her eyes, however being the childish dick that I am, I smirk. Isabelle frowns at the server, looking annoyed. She tries to move from me, but there’s no way I’m going to allow her to. I lean down and quietly whisper in her ear, “you're the only girl I’m interested in Isabelle.” Her breathing becomes laboured, knowing I make her respond that way, brings my cock to life.  I discreetly adjust myself, hoping nobody is paying attention.  At least, I know she has feelings for me. This day is turning from mediocre to epic. 
      The damn server is back once more. Isabelle slides slightly away from me and stares at the plate which has recently been set before her. Within seconds, she’s walloping her food down. A strange sense of happiness overcomes me. Seeing her eating and, by the way, it’s going down she must've been starving. Deep down I’m worried. Worried about what’s going to happen when I leave? Will I ever see her again? Will I get the chance to meet the baby? I sigh, realistically I’m not going to know the answers to my questions until the time comes. Running my hand through my hair, pissed off with the unanswered questions. Am I going to strong enough to leave?
     
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    When I received the phone call from Nikki, informing me Isabelle was in the midst of a panic attack. I was instantly on edge, I’ve been pacing the hallway ever since. The guilt of knowing she needed me and not being able to help her kills me. Maybe she will come back to America with me. My fist clenches and unclenches at the thought of something happening to her.
    The need to beat the crap out of something is overwhelming, but I refrain when the door swings open. Isabelle makes a beeline for the stairs, without saying a word to anyone. Fuck that, if she thinks she’s going to get away with ignoring me, she can think a again.
    I'm stood in the lounge doorway, Caleb and James are staring at me, waiting for a reaction. Kyle’s busy, trying to gain a win on zombies, oblivious yet again, to what’s going on around him. I mumbled an inaudible excuse before taking two stairs at a time unable to be away from her any longer.  I hear the shower being turned on. I'm internally debating whether I should enter the bathroom. Deciding I don’t give a shit to her privacy rules. The only thing I’m interested in right at this minute is finding out whether she’s okay.
      Isabelle lets out an undignified squeal, her hands instantly raise to conceal herself. I can't help the roar of laughter that rips from the back of my throat. She’s looks pissed off and not just slightly pissed off, but I’m going to rip your balls off kind of pissed. Every time I open my mouth another bubble of laughter would escape. Eventually regaining my composure, I choke out, "babe, don't look at me like that. You're adorable when humiliated." Isabelle huffs which threatened to bring my laughter tumbling out once again. I push it back, not wanting to piss her off even more. She starts rambling about privacy, but I’m not paying much attention. My attention is captured with knowing she’s naked behind the shower curtain. That small piece of fabric, is stopping me from seeing her perfection. I try fighting the urge to strip and climb into the shower with her. Groaning, I rub my face, frustrated. I can't stop the images of her naked body pressed against mine. I turn my gaze to the floor attempting to calm my raging hormones.
    I’m desperate for her to realize how I feel, I know it's not the ideal time, but I just have to get it out. “I've never been in a serious relationship or any relationship