ISLA
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Sleep evaded me that night. I hated it.
His words weighed down on me so that every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed that conversation. His tone, the way his gaze darkened when he said he wanted me. He hadn’t even hesitated. I had thought anger would burn the memory away but it didn’t. It made it worse. It bothered me.
By the time dawn came, I gave up trying to sleep. My head was heavy but my chest was worse. I couldn’t tell the difference between anger, confusion, and attraction anymore.
So I did the only thing I could when my thoughts got too loud.
I threw on my workout clothes and left my room quietly. The hallways were still dark, so I expected everyone else to be sleeping. I didn’t think I’d run into anyone, but halfway down the stairs, a voice stopped me.
“Isla?
