When we arrived home, I followed Isabella to her room. Her room was close to the hallway, so I quickly caught up with her. I held onto her arm, causing her to turn to look at me.
"Now what, Fernando?" she asked.
"Isabella, everything I said is serious." I got closer to her and cornered her against the door.
"Fernando, you're just drunk," she said to me.
"I'm not. And I assure you that I've thought about what I said. And I'm serious."
"Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm tired," she said.
I couldn't help but look at her lips. And I couldn't control myself, so I kissed her. At first, she resisted, but eventually, she responded to the kiss.
I opened the door and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and tangled her fingers in my hair. I carried her to the bed, kissing her neck.
