ISABELLE
“I woke up, and you were nowhere to be found,” I said carefully. “And there was breakfast on the table. And coffee. And you’d laid out clothes for me. And it was all so—”
“So what?”
“Domestic.” The word came out sharper than I intended. “We said distance, Matt. And then I woke up to you making me breakfast like we were—” I stopped.
“Like we were what?”
“Like we were something more than what this is.” I sat up, needing space, needing to think clearly – reaching instinctively for the sheet and drawing it up over my chest. The fabric pooled across Matt’s lower half, too, and I didn’t miss the quiet absurdity of it. Trying to create a distance from a man I was still tangled up with. “And that’s not healthy. Not with someone I’m supposed to be keeping my distance from.”
“So you l
