Isabel couldn’t breathe properly.
She looked away from him and he peeled away from her.
Isaac had just walked away barefoot, shirtless, leaving her pinned between the fridge and the rising heat of her own confusion.
Her fingers brushed the edge of the counter as she stood there alone, trying to steady her breathing.
She pressed her palm flat against her chest, like that might help her heart slow down.
Why was I even staring at him? she thought.
She wrapped her arms around herself and whispered, “It’s just hormones, probably. Right?”
She was two weeks in, it was too early to feel anything that wasn’t physical or medical and yet here she was, still thinking about how close he had been and how his voice had sounded so close to her ear.
She hadn’t even touched the cake.
On her way ba
