Chapter 25

Isabelle's POV

My eyes shot open. I was sure he could read the confusion in my eyes. He took his hands off me and sat up grabbing his shirt from the ground. He hung it on the hanger and came back to the bed.

"How do you feel? Did I pleasure you well enough?" What was he doing? I didn't want him to stop but…something was amiss.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked and sat up.

"No, you didn't, darling. You were great but I am taking things slowly. Aren't you hungry? Would you like to cook something?"

Aha. He should have said he was hungry. I jumped on my feet and headed out like I knew where I was headed. "Where is the kitchen? You should have told me you were starved."

He scratched his head and leaned on the wall by the door. "I was hungry."

I pretended not to understand what he meant and smiled. He led me to the kitchen and brought out an apron. He handed it to me and took another one. I chuckled as he tied the apron around his waist.

"You want to cook?" I asked.

He rested his palm on t