Christian
Isabella hadn’t looked me in the eye all morning.
Not after what had almost happened last night.
Not after we had come so damn close to crossing that invisible line.
I could still feel it—the warmth of her breath against my lips, the way her fingers had twitched like she wanted to reach for me but didn’t.
The way my whole body had been on fire, waiting, ready to pull her into me, to kiss her like I had been dying to since the moment I saw her again.
And then Nova—our son, our tiny, oblivious cockblocker—had slapped me right in the face and shattered the moment.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since.
Judging by the way Isabella had barely spoken to me, neither had she.
Even now, sitting across from me at this outdoor café, she was too quiet, too focused on t
