'He called me Bella?' Isabelle thought.
Hearing him call her that, Isabelle felt a faint blush creep onto her cheeks.
She then helped him into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping to cool down the heat radiating from his body.
William's shirt, now soaked, clung to his firm muscles. Water droplets trickled down from his golden hair and trailed along his face.
His lips parted slightly, mumbling indistinctly beneath the sound of the rushing water. "Isabelle... I feel terrible..."
William was drenched, and Isabelle herself was now covered in water. But despite the cold shower, his temperature only seemed to rise, worse than before.
"Isabelle, get out..." William snatched the showerhead from her and sprayed cold water directly on his face, trying to snap himself out of it. "Leave
