TAMARA
“Tamara?” Noel’s voice carried across the room, soft but firm.
The sound made me flinch away from Isaiah as though his nearness had burned me, setting fire to my skin. My heart pounded, but now for an entirely different reason, panic and guilt replacing the heat of desire.
Only moments ago, I had been on the verge of begging Isaiah to touch me, to touch every part of my body that ached for him. The thought itself brought shame crashing down over me, guilt clawing at my insides.
There, only a few feet away, stood the man I was supposed to marry, and all I could think about was his brother. His hotter, more dangerous brother.
Isaiah, in contrast, did not move at Noel’s arrival. He stood his ground with unnerving calm, his hands buried deep in his pockets as though he hadn’t jus
