Isaac Pov
I woke up to the sound of a cap clicking. For a moment I almost went back to sleep, wanting to be lost in the dreams where I was kissing Arabella and she was kissing me back, where she didn’t tell me she hated me every five minutes. But then I felt the bed move to the side as someone moved onto my bed, and my training senses took over, wiping everything else away. On impulse I lifted my hand, wrapping it around a wrist and tugging. The body gasped in surprise as I rolled them, shoving their back against the bed as I straddled them, opening my eyes and growling. “Well, you’re definitely trained, that’s for sure,” Nate said with a laugh as he lay there grinning up at me.
It took me only a few seconds to evaluate the situation. In the hand I was holding was a big sharpie, the cap
