When Isla finished getting ready the next morning, she stepped out of the bedroom at the same time as Nathan exited the bathroom. The moment froze. Neither of them breathed.
The air between them was thick, charged with the unspoken weight of last night. She clutched the folder in her hands a little tighter, while he stood there, one hand running through his damp hair. His shirt was still unbuttoned at the top, revealing hints of the same skin her fingers had brushed, the same warmth she had leaned into only hours before.
Their eyes met.
No hostility. No smugness. Just a raw, unguarded moment where they both replayed the same memory. The hesitation. The way their breaths mingled before their lips finally met. The way the world outside that hotel room had ceased to exist.
Isla swallowed
