Isadora Davis
I slowly stirred from my peaceful slumber when I was abruptly startled by a gentle tapping on my bedroom door.
"Good morning, my love. Wake up, baby, because I brought you breakfast and your medication." I heard a voice whispering from outside.
"Hey, are you awake?" The familiar voice kept asking, and I immediately knew who it was. Logan, the guy who wouldn't leave me alone and let me breathe—at this point, I was sure he was obsessed.
My mouth flew open, remembering how I kissed him for the first time yesterday after our meeting.
Shit.
The sleep I was feeling left my eyes, and despite his sweet intentions, I couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort as I remembered how he shared similar looks with his brother, and I was surprised that I actually placed my lips on his
