Isabella did not move for a long time after the door closed.
The silence in the room was no longer peaceful. It felt heavy, almost accusing, like it was replaying everything Gabriel had done and everything he had left unsaid. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands resting loosely on her lap, staring at a point on the floor she was not really seeing.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable her chest felt.
He had come into her room like he belonged there, had spoken to her like she was someone he could easily read, had touched her like she was something familiar, and then just as quickly, he had walked away as though none of it mattered.
That was what bothered her the most.
Not the kiss.
Not the closeness.
But the way he left her hanging inside her own confusion,
