The warmth did not leave when she opened her eyes again.
For a few seconds, Isabella stayed still, her mind slowly catching up with her body. The room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows along the wall. But what held her attention was not the room. It was the arm still wrapped around her waist, firm, protective, and very real.
Gabriel.
Her breath hitched slightly.
She did not move immediately. Instead, she lay there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest behind her, the warmth of his body pressed lightly against her back. It felt too natural, too easy, and that alone made her uneasy.
This was wrong.
This was exactly the kind of closeness she had warned herself against.
Slowly, carefully, she tried to shift away, thinking she could slip out of his hol
