38 A dark shade of red

I turned around to look at Isabella as I held her by her shoulders. “I want you.” I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder as she was left stunned from my confession. I realized, I kept falling little by little, everyday for Isabella. I love everything about her. The way she understands and tries to look out for me, the way she’s bold enough to be straightforward about what she’s thinking, the way she is just extremely clueless sometimes, the way she looks at me with those crimson red eyes, and smiles. I want it. I want her.