ISLA
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The second thing I noticed was Oliver, lying on his side, staring at me intently.
I jumped, my heart racing. “What are you doing?” I demanded, clutching the blanket up to my chest. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Good morning to you, too,” he said, his voice calm but laced with amusement.
“Morning,” I muttered, sinking back into the pillows. My head throbbed slightly, and my mouth felt dry. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon,” he replied, still not taking his eyes off me.
“Noon?” I shot upright, groaning as the sudden movement made my headache worse. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed the sleep,” Oliver said, sitting up against the headboard. “Besi
