Isla’s POV
He pressed his lips to my forehead. "Happy anniversary, Isla. Five years. Can you believe it?"
"No," I said softly. "I really can't."
His body was pressed against mine, warm and insistent. His hand slid beneath my nightgown, fingers tracing familiar paths.
"Isla," he murmured against my neck. "God, I want you."
I could feel him, hard against my thigh.
"Theo." I caught his wrist. "I can't. My period."
He pulled back slightly. "Already? Didn't you just—"
"It's early." I turned to face him, keeping my expression neutral. "And the cramps are bad."
His face shifted from desire to concern. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"I'm fine. Just... not today."
He sat up, running a hand through his hair. Then he smiled, pulling me close. "Today is going to be perfect. I promis
