Sprained Ankle

Izabelle felt warmth envelope her as she laid down on the bed on her side so that her back was to Marcel.

A nice smell and calming warmth enveloped her just as she closed her eyes to sleep. She felt his hands around her and he dragged her close to him away from the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to feel so tensed,” he rubbed her arms trying to make her relax as he said that. She could feel her heartbeat increasing.

“Wh…what are you doing?”

“Shh… Relax. I won't do anything you don't like.”

Like??

Marcel buried his head on her neck and inhaled her scent sharply before bringing her even more closer to himself.

“I love your scent.”

Izabelle could feel her toes curl at the feel of his breath on her ear. This feeling again. This feeling that she again discovered after years. The feeling inside her stomach that made her toes curl.

What was he doing to her? He was giving her missed signals that she couldn't understand. There were too many missed signals. One moment he was rude and cold