ISLA
I slowly blink my eyes open as the warmth of a new morning cascades over me. A familiar heaviness weighs across my hips and with a tilt of my head, I see a very peaceful Zac fast asleep behind me.
His velvety lips are parted just slightly, letting his warm breath tickle the nape of my neck. A few rogue locks of his chocolate hair dangle across his uncreased forehead. I move cautiously to not wake him and sit up and glance around what I’m guessing is the master bedroom.
I don’t remember coming to bed, but this room, wow. Three walls of windows separated by rustic cedar planks look out into a thick forest. The large bed with lush linens offers a front-row seat to endless serenity.
The last thing I remember, we were in the larger soaker tub after that hot and heavy session on the cou
