CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT

ISABELLA

The bed dips and strong arms pull me close. I snuggle closer to the arms and breathe him in. God, I've missed Melo. Melo? He isn't here.

That realisation clears the fog of sleep from my eyes and I realise that someone is indeed holding me.

"Relax baby, it's me."

I relax instantly then turn ...

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