CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY - EIGHT - STILL THINKING ABOUT HIM.

Tears streamed down Isabella's face, her chest heaving with uncontrolled sobs as she crumpled to the sofa beside Rosa. Her body shuddered, racked with an overwhelming torrent of emotions that she could no longer contain. She hugged her knees close to her chest, desperately trying to hold herself together, but the dam had burst. Rosa reached out and pulled her into her arms, offering her warmth and comfort. Isabella sobbed into her chest, her shoulders shaking with the intensity of her tears. " Last night, I kept thinking we were making love, it felt like we were," Isabella sobbed. " But do you know what he said before he dozed off?" Isabella pulled back to look at Rosa, her tears trailing in-between her lips. " He said that was the best sex he has had in God only knows how long. That's what he said, Rosa." Isabella snorted, her nose turning up in disapproval. " And there I was, thinking I was any different from the other women he had been with." "I really think you should ta