ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
It's been a regular occurrence for Oscar to have Isabella in his car, and drive her around as if he's her very own tour guide.
With all the free time she's had, they've had multiple opportunities to hangout, and the beach is a particular favourite spot of hers, even though there had been a particular instance when they'd been surfing and a wave had knocked her out of her board, as well as Oscar's ability to breathe, and he'd jumped after her without a single care for himself, ensuring that she was alright.
As soon as he'd found her, he'd pulled her upwards, both of them gasping as they inhaled the salty air around them, laughs bubbling out their throats.
Isabella had looked stunning, the crystalline water around her held nothing to the sparkling in her brown eyes, that had Oscar drowning, and if he were to drown in her beautiful eyes, Oscar would accept his death happily.
Then she had smiled at him, and if her eyes hadn't halted Oscar's brain already, her smile had him gone, his heart erratically beating in his chest, disregarding his pleas to be quiet, because the thumping felt louder than the waves, and his poor pitiful heart would leave him with a gaping hole in his chest just to be close to Isabella.
They had been impossibly close, The waves gently pushing Isabella further into his arms, and he'd stared at her, head tilted downwards, his eyes fixated on her.
