Isabella forced herself to break the moment.
It was not easy
Her eyes lingered on him for a second too long, her chest tightening in a way she did not understand, then she quickly turned away and pulled the curtain closed with a little more force than necessary. The fabric slid together, blocking him out, blocking the view, blocking whatever that silence between them had been trying to become.
But even after the curtain was shut, she still stood there.
Still felt it.
Like his eyes had followed her even through the wall.
She exhaled slowly and pressed a hand to her chest, almost as if trying to steady something inside her that was becoming too loud, too unfamiliar.
“I do not like this,” she whispered to herself, voice barely audible. Her fingers tightened against her shirt. “I do not
