More Than This | THE WATTPAD DRAFT

Chapter 15

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Isabella

I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. He stood by the bar with a drink in his hand. Probably a whiskey, neat. That was always his drink of choice. I tried to forget about the fact that he was here but I couldn't. It was killing me that he was in such close proximity and yet, it was like we were complete strangers. I allowed my gaze to flick over to him again. I was drawn to him just like I was the first night I met him. His oozing sex-appeal didn't disappear and knowing that I couldn't have him only made me want him more. I watched as he tilted his head back with the glass against his lips. His strong arms flexing as he brought it up and back down again. I was gawking at him now. Why couldn't I look away? He turned to meet my gaze again

Fuck, I missed him

We were so far from each other but I felt him calling out for me. The tension surrounded me, making it difficult for me to breathe. I couldn't believe how the instant desire had overcome me from something as simple as eye contact. I wanted nothing more but to walk up to him and throw myself at him.

But I couldn't.

Nothing had changed. I was the one who walked away from him. I pulled my gaze away from his. I couldn't look at him anymore. I walked over to an open seat in the corner booth and slid onto it. This was torture. I hung my head in my hands, the dizziness washing over me. A few minutes later I heard his voice close to me

"Isabella?"

I looked up and met those deep brown eyes I loved so much. I was surprised by his choice to come up to me. I could never have done that.

"Giovanni," I breathed

He stood awkwardly in front of me, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his drink.

"Do you mind if I sit?" he asked politely

Please don't. It was torture having him so close to me. I thought the alcohol would have helped me tonight but all it did was intensify everything I was already feeling and I immediately regretted my decision.

"Go ahead," I said

What was he doing? I didn't want him this close. It was killing me to just have him in the same room as me and now he was only inches from me. He slid onto the couch across from me and leaned against it, bringing his drink to his lips. His beard was thicker now and his strands of hair fell forward like it always did. He turned his head to the side to face the crowd and I noticed the new ink he was sporting behind his neck.

"You got a new tattoo?" I shouted over the music

He ran his hand over the open wing that ran from the side of his neck and down the back, "Yeah, got it last week,"

I nodded, not sure what I was supposed to say next. I tapped my nails anxiously against the couch. I had no idea how to act around him and it was unnerving.

"You look like you're doing well," he remarked

If only he knew.

"Yes, I'm fine," I lied