ISLA
The tea kettle’s hissing slowly dwindles as I pull it from the heat.
“Ouch, f**k, mmmm.” I mutter out as the steam scalds my hand.
“Isla, are you okay? Why are you out of bed” An overly concerned Zac says as he tucks the towel around his waist.
“I’m fine; I wanted a cup of tea, that’s all.” I try to hide the annoyance in my voice.
“I would have made it for you once I got out of the shower.”
My eyes rake over his still-dripping body. The water droplets follow every hardline on his body. Each glistening muscle ripples with his moves. He pushes back his wet ringlets with one hand, the other holding the towel that hangs low on his hips. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it as I admire the sight before me. I swear these pregnancy hormones have me squeezing my legs to
