Do you believe in fairy tales?

Isabella's pov:

What was he trying to do?

"I..I should leave." I stuttered as I tried to walk away. It was such an hypocritical suggestion. 

"Stay," his grip on my wrist tightened a bit. There was something in his tone which didn't let my feet move an inch further away from him. 

"But it's quite late now, we should go to bed." I blurted out and then realized what I said may sound like something I didn't mean. 

Why does this happen to me? Always! 

"Hmm?" an amused look crossed his face and my ear tips burned. 

"No I didn't mean...I mean we should go separately to our separate beds you know." I pressed on the word separately more than needed. Well why was I even giving explanations in the first place, it wasn't like he didn't know what I meant. 

He smiled and turned me around slowly ignoring my previous words. I didn't resist. It was like I was under some kind of magic spell.