Diana's POV

Isaac cut himself a slice of chocolate cake and set it in front of me.

A cake he'd baked himself.

Our lives had settled into a strange routine. Sometimes I'd show up during the day, sometimes late at night. I'd stay over, and the next morning he'd spoil me with breakfast.

Every day I told myself it would be the last.

And yet, every night ended with me in his bed, only wanting more when morning came.

We never went anywhere.

Our entire world existed inside that house.

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