101. Training

Emmy’s pov

“Ready to start?” Isaac asked me very early in the morning. I didn’t want to wake up yet. The bed was warm and nice, and I could feel how cold it was outside because my nose was freezing.

I pushed my nose against Isaac’s back, snuggling closer.

“I know what you’re doing, but you said you wanted to train.” Isaac turned around and looked at me with his amazing smile. His smile was always genuine. It wasn’t perfect, and that was precisely why it was perfect.

Nobody had told him that he could smile fully, or people would see his gums, like they did with me. Nobody told him that if he smiled too much, his eyes would squint, and that wasn’t a good look. Nobody told Isaac that if he smiled, people might notice his teeth weren’t all the same color and make him wear whitening strips every night.

‘Your parents were horrible,’ Meave said, and while my first instinct was to defend them, there was nothing to defend. If I ever had a pup with Isaac, I would shower him or her with love. I