My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
Isabella's pov
I slowly cracked open my eyes, my eyelids still heavy with sleep. The first thing I did was search for Ezekiel, glancing around the room. But the bed beside me was empty. I frowned slightly, reaching up to touch my head, my fingers tracing through my messy hair. A faint smile crept onto my lips as the scent of him hung around on my skin, a reminder of last night.
His smell... it was still there, and the thought made me bite my lower lip lightly.
I slowly sat up, pulling the blanket over my body as a sudden wave of soreness hit me. My back and lower half ached—evidence of the intensity from the night before. My body had been through more than I expected, but the memory of how passionate everything was made me blush.
I glanced toward the door, noticing it was closed. A small part of me wondered if Ezekiel had been there when I fell asleep or if he'd left after everything. My mind raced, playing over the events of last night. Did he stay with me, holding me close, or had he quietly left sometime after? The thought tugged at me, leaving me unsure of what to feel.
I slowly got up, my bare feet touching the cold floor as I wrapped the blanket around me. Glancing around the room, I realized I had no clothes in here.
What should I wear?
My mind was still clouded from sleep and the memories of last night. I quickly slipped on my bra and panties, feeling the fabric against my skin, and tiptoed to the door. I peeked out, looking for any sign of Ezekiel.
But the second floor was quiet. No sign of him. My stomach twisted a little with uncertainty. Should I feel awkward? What if we crossed paths right now?
I mean, we had slept together—passionately, wildly. My heart was racing, not just from the thought of seeing him but from the memory of what we had done.
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