~ISABEL
"How does it feel to have sex with someone you love?" I asked my best friend one night. We just finished the first season of Bridgerton and were swooning over how the Duke loved Daphne.
Christi laughed, grinning from ear to ear as she turned lazily toward me. "Oh come on, Isabel, don't tell me you didn't love your ex."
I sighed and stared through the parted window at the oak tree outside. "You know I didn't."
I care for only one man—a man who never notices me. I don't know if Harry Hulk will ever see me, but if that day comes, I want to be prepared. I don't want to be overwhelmed.
She draped an arm around me and whispered into my ear, "You poor thing, loving someone who doesn't love you back. Do you want me to kick his groin?"
"Eww, gross. And not in that voice," I laughed, pushing her away.
She stared at me intently for two seconds before looking up at the ceiling. Finally, she answered. "It's like being born into a new world. Ecstasy feels like fantasy."
